I left my home in old Caroline.
My friends and that sweetheart of mine.
But something seems to call me back.
To big brown eyes and that old shack.
The call of the hills whisper and say.
Come back, come back, come back today.
You’ve been away, away too long.
Come back, come back where you belong.
Remember when I went away.
I said I would return someday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem