Old Folks At Home |
Stephen Foster, 1851
Way down upon the Swanee River, Far, far away That's where my heart is turning ever That's where the old folks stay All up and down the whole creation, Sadly I roam Still longing for the old plantation And for the old folks at home Chorus: All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam Oh darkies, how my heart grows weary Far from the old folks at home | 2. All 'round the little farm I wandered, When I was young Then many happy days I squandered, Many the songs I sung When I was playing with my brother, Happy was I Oh, take me to my kind old mother, There let me live and die Chorus:
2. One little hut among the bushes, |