Now out in the cold world and far away home
Some mother’s boy is wandering all alone
No one to guide him or keep his footsteps right
Some mother’s boy is homeless tonight
Oh bring back to me my wandering boy
There is no other left to bring me joy
Tell him his mother with faded cheeks and hair
She’s at the old home awaiting him there
Out in the hallway there stands a vacant chair
And an old pair of shoes that once he did wear
Empty the cradle that he loved so well
Oh how I miss him there’s no one can tell
Search ’til you find him and bring home to me
Far far away wherever he may be
Tell him his mother with faded cheeks and hair
She’s at the old home awaiting him there
[1] Now out in the cold world and [4] far away [1] home
Some mother’s boy is wandering all [5] alone
[1] No one to guide him or [4] keep his footsteps [1] right
Some mother’s boy is [5] homeless [1] tonight
Oh bring back to me my wandering boy
There is no other left to bring me joy
Tell him his mother with faded cheeks and hair
She’s at the old home awaiting him there
Out in the hallway there stands a vacant chair
And an old pair of shoes that once he did wear
Empty the cradle that he loved so well
Oh how I miss him there’s no one can tell
Search ’til you find him and bring home to me
Far far away wherever he may be
Tell him his mother with faded cheeks and hair
She’s at the old home awaiting him there
| Songwriter(s): |
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R.S. Hanna |
| Band/Artist: |
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The Bluegrass Album Band |
