Baxter Links Pg. Old Songs OLD FOLKS AT HOME (SUWANNEE RIVER) By Stephen C. Foster (1826-1864) Way down upon the Swannee 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 around 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 (Chorus) 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 One little hut among de bushes, one dat I love, Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, no matter where I rove, When will I see de bees a hummin' all round de comb? When will I hear de banjo tumming, down in my good old home? (Chorus) 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
OLD FOLKS AT HOME (SUWANNEE RIVER)
By Stephen C. Foster
(1826-1864)
Way down upon the Swannee 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 around 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 (Chorus)
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
One little hut among de bushes, one dat I love, Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, no matter where I rove, When will I see de bees a hummin' all round de comb? When will I hear de banjo tumming, down in my good old home? (Chorus)
