| lyric | 1. Carry me back to old Virginny,
There’s where the cotton and the corn and ’tatoes grow;
There’s where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
There’s where the old folks are longin to go.
There’s where I labored so hard all my lifetime,
Day after day in the field of yellow corn;
No place on earth do I love more sincerely,
Than old Virginny, the state where I was born.
2. Carry me back to old Virginny,
There let me live till I wither and decay;
Long by the old dismal swamp have I wandered,
There’s where this old one’s life will pass away.
My friends and my folks have long gone before me,
Soon we will meet on that bright and golden shore;
There we’ll be happy and free from all sorrow,
There’s where we’ll meet and we’ll never part, no more. |