Those good old days back home / words by Joe McCarthy music by Jimmie V. Monaco

VERSE 1: I left my sweetheart in old New Hampshire, waving to my train,/ I sort of reckoned that old New Hampshire Would never see me again;/ I got "kinder" tired of my hometown, Had a lot of silly dreams,/ Mighty disappointed looking 'round, This life ain't what it seems.
CHORUS 1: My heart is signing now for the good old days back home,/ I'm crying now, I was foolish kid to roam,/ You could live around the city years or more, and never get aquainted with the folks next door./ Way back home you rise at dawning, You meet a stranger and he'll say "Good Mornin',"/ I'm longing now for the fields, I used to plow,/ I want to see the bumble bees a buzzin' 'round the comb. (I've been a drone)/ And in the homestead on the hill, I wonder if they're waiting still,/ Oh, my heart is sighing, and I'm just dying for the good old days back home./ Maple syrup flowing from the shady maple trees,/ Hear the rooster crowing, hear the humming of the bees, see the corn awaving in the fields of new mown hay,/ That is why I'm craving, why I'm leaving here today.
CHORUS 2: My heart is signing now for the good old days back home,/ I'm crying now, I was foolish kid to roam,/ You could live around the city years or more, and never even know the folks that live next door./ Way back home you rise at dawning, You meet a stranger and he'll say "Good Mornin',"/ I'm sighing now for the fields, I used to plow,/ I want to see the bumble bees a buzzin' 'round the comb. (I've been a drone)/ I want to ride for miles, I'm through with butter cakes and Childs,/ Oh, my heart is sighing, and I'm just dying for the good old days back home./ Maple syrup flowing from the shady maple trees,/ Hear the rooster crowing, hear the humming of the bees, see the corn awaving in the fields of new mown hay,/ That is why I'm craving, why I'm leaving here today.