| 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 ... |
