"so, you're going to leave the old home, jimToday you're going awaySo, you're going among the city folks to dwell"So spoke a kind old motherTo her boy one summer day"if your mind's made up that way, i wish you wellThe old home will be lonesomeWe'll miss you when you goThe birds won't sing so sweet when you're not nighBut if you get in trouble, jimJust write and let us know"She spoke these words and then she said goodbye
If sickness overtakes youOr old companions shake youAs through this world you wander all aloneWhen friends you haven't any
In your pocket not a pennyThere's a mother always awaiting you at home
Ten years later to this villageCame a stranger no one knewHis steps were halt and ragged clothes he woreThe little children laughed at himAs down the lane he trodAt last he stopped before a cottage doorHe gently knocked, no sound he heardHe thought, "can she be dead?"But then he heard a voice well known to himWas his mother's voice, but her hair had silveredBy the touch of timeAnd she said, "thank god, they've sent me home my jim"