1. Far, far in many lands I've wander'd, Sadly and lone, My heart was ever turning southward, To all the dear ones at home; Here after all my weary roaming, At early down, I've come and find the cot still standing, But oh the Old Folks are gone.
CHORUS Here I wander sad and lonely, In the dear old home. Those that I lov'd so well and fondly, Allo all the old folks are gone.
2. Here's where I frolick'd with my brother, Under the tree, Here's where I knelt beside my mother, From care and sorrow free; Still sing the little birds as sweetly, As night and morn. Still runs the little brook so fleetly, But O the old folks are gone.
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3. Down where the old banana's waving, They're laid to rest, Where Savana's peaceful water's laving, The green turf o'er their brest; But there's a home I know where parting, Never can come. Oh, for that home I must be starting, There's where the old folks are gone.
(CHORUS) Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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