The Wandering Boy

Out in the cold world and far away from home
Somebody’s boy is wandering alone
No one to guide him and keep his footsteps right
Somebody’s boy is homeless tonight
Out in the hallway there stands a vacant chair
Yonder’s the shoes my darling used to wear
Empty the cradle, the one that’s loved so well
How I miss him there’s no tongue can tell
Bring back my boy, my wandering boy
Far, far away, wherever he may be
Tell him his mother with faded cheeks and hair
At their old home is waiting him there
Oh, could I see him and fold him to my breast
Gladly I’d close my eyes and be at rest
There is no other that’s left to give me joy
Bring back my boy, my wandering boy
Well, I remember the parting words he said
We’ll meet again where no sad tears are shed
There’ll be no goodbyes in that bright land so fair
When done with life, I’ll meet you up there