Текст Ricky Skaggs – The Old Home

I live in my own home in the mountains
And the only friend I’ve ever had
And while I travel this world over
My hearts been so lonely and sad

I’m going back to the old home
Back to the place where I used to live
Where the sweet waters flow and the wild flowers grow
Back to the old tavern home on the hill

I know my dear mother is waitin’
Waitin’ alone on the hill
With silver in her hair and a twinkle in her eye
In the old tavern home on the hill

I’m going back to the old home
Back to the place I love so well
Where the sweet waters flow and the wild flowers grow
Back to the old home on the hill

Here’s how I come by since I saw her
I’ve travel many million mile
But now there’s a light in the window
And she’s waitin’ at the door with a smile

I’m going back to the old home
Back to the place I loved so well
Where the sweet waters flow and the wild flowers grow
Back to the old home on the hill

I’m going back to the old home
Back to the place I loved so well
Where the sweet waters flow and the wild flowers grow
Back to the old home on the hill