There's a Mother Always Waiting at Home Lyrics
(J. Thornton)
Spoken:
Some of those old songs that I used to sing when I was a kid, I still remember every word to. I learned a lot 'em from the radio, I learned a lot of 'em from the boys that lived across the road, the Williams' boys, there was Guy and Otis Williams, Jack Williams. They didn't play the guitar or anything but they... say, sang a little bit and they had a Victrola where they played those record songs on. There was Cowboy Slim Reinhart, there was the Carter Family and there was Jimmie Rodgers and there was Clayton McMitchum and there was... ah, the Georgia Crackers, there was Arthur Smith, there was... ah, Vernon Dalhart.
Songs like "The Death of Floyd Collins". There was a song about "Mother", that I remember especially well... ah, I believe Bradley Kincaid might have sung this song. I'm not sure. I remember a lot of his songs, just sing a lot of 'em. Songs about "Mother", about "Daddy" were so close to me, because Mother and Daddy were so important. They're part of my life, things about Home, Home was so dear. He said, "There's No Place Like Home". When I was a kid, I don't know, there was any other place, but Home.
Sung:
So you're goin' to leave the old home, Jim, today you're gone away
So you're goin', among the city folks to dwell
So spoke up kind Ol' 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, will miss you when you go
The birds won't sing so sweet when you're not nigh
But if you get in trouble, Jim, just write and let us know
She spoke these words and then she said, goodbye
If sickness overtakes you or old companion 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 waiting 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
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
'Twas his Mother's voice, but her hair had silvered by the touch of time
And she said, thank God, they've send 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 waiting you at home
