Old Folks at Home (song sheet)
OLD
FOLKS AT HOME.
Way down upon the Swanee ribber,
Far, far away,
Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber,
Dere's wha de old folks stay.
All up and down de whole creation,
Sadly I roam;
Still longing for de old plantation,
And for de old folks at home.
chorus.
All de world am sad and dreary,
Ebry where I roam;
Oh! darkeys, how my heart grows weary,
Far from de old folks at home.
All round de little farm I wandered,
When I was young;
Den many happy days I squandered,
Many de songs I sung.
When I was playing wid my brudder,
Happy was I;
Oh! take me to my kind old mudder,
Dere let me live and die.
All de world am sad and dreary, &c.
One little hut among de bushes,
One dat I love;
Still sadly to my memory rushes,
No matter where I rove.
When will I see de bees a humming,
All round de comb?
When will I hear de banjo tumming,
Down in my good home,
All de world am sad and dreary, &c.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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