So, you're going to leave the old home, Jim
Today you're going away
You're going to find a better place to dwell
So spoke us sweet young mother
To her boy one summer day
If your mind's made up that way, I wish you well
The old home will be lonesome
We'll miss you when you're gone
The birds won't sing in clouds up in the sky
But if you get in trouble, Jim
Just write and let me know
She spoke these words and then she said goodbye
If sickness overtakes you
Or old companions shake you
As through this world you wander all alone
When friends you haven't any
In your pocket not a penny
There's a mother always awaiting you at home
Ten years later to this village
Came a stranger no one knew
His steps were halt and ragged clothes he wore
The little children laughed at him
As down the lane he trod
But at last he stopped before a cottage door
He gently knocked, no sound he heard
He thought, can she be dead?
But then he heard a voice well known to him
Was his mother's voice, but her hair had silvered
By the touch of time
And she said, thank God, they've sent me home my Jim
If sickness overtakes you
Or old companions shake you
As through this world you wander all alone
When friends you haven't any
In your pocket not a penny
There's a mother always awaiting you at home.
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