I wander into Maryland
down the lane we used to walk.
I remember Christmas Caroling...
How we sang and laughed and talked.
With Daddy and with Mother
we were happy, safe and warm.
With sisters and brothers
I would wander round the farm.
We would gather round the table
when the long day's work was done...
contented as the cows were...
for we knew where we belonged.
Now I wander as I ponder
on those days of long ago...
just to feel that loving spirit
and the peace we used to know.
Though I wander back to visit
life just doesn't seem the same
as the Old Home Christmas Caroling
when we sang in Jesus' Name.