Old Folks At Home     S.C.Foster, 1851
         
Way down upon the Swanee river,
far, far away
there's where my heart is turning ever
there's where the old folks stay
See up and down the old creation
saddly I roam
still longing for the old plantation
and for the old folks at home
 
All the world is sad and dreary,
ev'rywhere I roam
Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary,
far from the old folks at home.
 
All round the little farm I wandered
when I was young
the 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
All the world is sad and dreary ...
 
One little hut among the bushes
one that I love
still sadly to my mem'ry rushes,
no matter where I rove.
When will I see the bees ahumming,
all round the comb ?
When will I hear the banjo tumming
down in my good old home
All the world is sad and dreary ...
 
 


název: Old Folks At Home
jiný název: Swanee River
hudba: S.C.Foster, 1851
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