Oh there’s a lamp shining bright in the cabin
in a window that’s shining for me
And I know that my mother is praying
for the boy she is longing to see
when it’s lamp lighting time in the valley
in my dreams I go back to my home
Oh I can see that old lamp in the window
it will guide me wherever I roam.
By the lamplight tonight I can see her
as she rocks in her chair to and fro
Oh she’s praying that I’ll come back to see her
and I know that I never can go.