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