I've been a
traveler most of my life
I never took a home
and I never took a wife
Ran away young and I decided to roam
I want to see my momma
and my daddy back home
Home where the river runs cold
The water tastes good
and the winters ain't cold
Home where the trees grow tall
The home fires burn
and the whippoorwills call
I remember stories that my
pappy used to tell
My eyes would get big
and his chest would really swell
I could sit for hours and listen with glee
As he'd tell us how he lived
when he was a boy like me
Home where the river runs cold
The water tastes good
and the winters ain't cold
Home where the trees grow tall
The bonfires burn
and the whippoorwills call
Mama, dear Mama,
do you still love your boy?
After my roaming
will I still bring you joy?
Mama said a letter got her not so long ago
Said, come on home, son,
I'm missing you so.
Home, where the river runs cold.
The water tastes good
and the winters ain't cold.
Home, where the trees grow tall.
The home fires burn
and the whippoorwills call.
Home, where the river runs cold.
The water tastes good
and the winters ain't cold.
Home, where the trees grow tall.
Oh, the fire's burning,
but the wind's gone
Home, away the river runs cold