Way down up on the Swanee River, far, far away,
there's wha' my heart is turning ever, there's what 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.
Of kies een abonnement:
Of kies een abonnement:
Of kies een abonnement:
1.
Refr.
All the world am sad and dreary, ev'rywhere I roam.
Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary, far from the old folks at home.
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!
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!
3.
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 a-humming, all 'round the comb?
When will I hear the banjo strumming, down by my good old home?
still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, no matter where I rove.
When will I see the bees a-humming, all 'round the comb?
When will I hear the banjo strumming, down by my good old home?