Collected by: Mrs. Willis Bowman
Doug Dunham Goodman, Mo.
For M. C. Parler Instrumental:
Max Dunham Jan. 9, '65 Reel 305 Item 25
Oh, you’re goin to leave the old home town, today you're going away, You're going to London city folks will tell,
So said a dear ol' mother to her boy one summer day,
You're mind's made up that way, I wish you well.
The ol' mother will be lonely, we'll miss you when you're gone,
The birds won't sing as sweet when you're not nigh,
But if you get in trouble, you just write and let us know.
We'll hope those birds and bees will say goodbye.
Ten years later to the village came a stranger no one knew,
His horse was short and dragging four before,
The little children laughed at him as down the street he walked,
At last he stopped before the cottage door.
He gently knocked,
And then he heard a voice, someone knew him,
Twas Mother dear, her hair was silvered by the sands of time,
She said, "Thank God, he's sent us back our Jim".
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