Back To My Home

a field up on a mountain
Stands a cabin made of pine
poppa built for me and Momma back in 1929
He did not have a fortune
but he had two calloused hands
And with them worked and tilled the farm
That he had planted on the land

I still hear the whippoorwill singing a song
In the meadow that we worked in all day long
Father time has taken hold
Left that cabin growing old
How I wish I could return back to my home

In the evening supper time
would bring the family back inside
Where we’d say a prayer
And thank God for the food He would provide
And after supper I’d help momma
Clean the kitchen as we’d sing
“Hallelujah Christ is risen glory glory to our king

I still hear the whippoorwill singing a song
In the meadow that we worked in all day long
Father time has taken hold
Left that cabin growing old
How I wish I could return back to my home

I still hear the whippoorwill singing a song
In the meadow that we worked in all day long
Father time has taken hold
Left that cabin growing old
How I wish I could return back to my home