Swanee river (old folks at home)

Way down upon the swanee river
Far, far away
That's where my heart is turning ever
That'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

All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam
Oh Lordy, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home

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

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 a humming
All 'round the comb
When shall I hear the banjo strumming
Down by my good old home