The Wandering Boy - The Stanley Brothers

Out in the cold world and far away from home

Some mother’s boy is wandering all alone

No one to guide him or keep his footsteps right

Some mother’s boy is homeless tonight

Oh, bring back to me, my wandering boy

For there is no other that’s left to give me joy

Tell him his mother with faded cheeks and hair

Is at the old home, awaiting him there

Out in the hallway there stands a vacant chair

Had an old pair of shoes he used to wear

Empty now the cradle, he used to love so well

Oh, how I love him, no tongue can tell

Oh, bring back to me, my wandering boy

For there is no other that’s left to give me joy

Tell him his mother with faded cheeks and hair

Is at the old home, awaiting him there

Well, I remember the parting words he said

«We'll meet again where tears are never shed

No separation

When life is over, I’ll meet you up there

Oh, bring back to me, my wandering boy

For there is no other that’s left to give me joy

Tell him his mother with faded cheeks and hair

Is at the old home, awaiting him there