There's A Mother Always Waiting At Home Lyrics by Johnny Cash
Album : Personal File
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"So, you're going to leave the old home, Jim
Today you're going away
So, you're going among the city folks to dwell"
So spoke a kind old 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
We'll 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

CHORUS:
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 awaiting 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
Was his mother's voice, but her hair had silvered
By the touch of time
And she said, "Thank God, they've sent me home my Jim"

REPEAT CHORUS
"So, you're going to leave the old home, Jim   Today you're going away   So, you're going among the city folks to dwell"   So spoke a kind old 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   We'll 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      CHORUS:   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 awaiting 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   Was his mother's voice, but her hair had silvered   By the touch of time   And she said, "Thank God, they've sent me home my Jim"      REPEAT CHORUS