| lyric | Way, far away, way down!
1. Way down upon the Swanee river,
far, far away,
there’s where my heart is truning ever,
there’s where 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.
Ref.: Ald the world is sad und dreary,
ev’ra where I roam,
oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary
far from the old folks at home.
2. All ’round the little farm I wander’d
when I was young,
the many happy days I squander’d,
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 shall i see the bees ahumming
all ’round the comb?
When shall I hear the banjo tumming
down in my good old home? |