Back in the days of my childhood In the evening when everything was still I used to sit and listen to the foxhounds With my dad in the old Kentucky hills
I'm on my way back to the old home The road winds on up the hill But there's no light in the window That shined long ago where I live
Soon my childhood days were over I had to leave my old home For dad and mother were called to heaven I's left in this world all alone
High in the hills of old Kentucky Stands the fondest spot in my memory I'm on my way back to the old home The light in the window I long to see.