Cat. #1470 (MFH #986) - As sung by Bill Ping, Santa Rosa, California on September 20, 1972
VERSE 1
Th day was past, th night was dark
Th howling winds swept by
Th blinding sleet fell thick an' fast
From a stern an' stormy sky
Th mournful wind, thru th lashing gale
Was heard at th cottage door
O, carry me back, O carry me back
To my Mother's home once more
VERSE 2
A youth had left his mountain home
Had wandered far an' long
Had drained th goblet for resolve
That th midnight --- throng
But a dream of hope came o'er his heart
As he crept to my cottage door
O, carry me back, O, carry me back
To my Mother's home once more
VERSE 3
Like two some weary wandering birds
I'll seek my Mother's nest
I'll lay my weary aching head
On 'er gentle loving breast
Once more I'll seek that fireside hearth
With the elm tree old an' o'er
O, carry me back, O, carry me back
To my Mother's home once more