Way down upon the Swanee River, Far, far away, There's where my heart is turning ever, There's where the old folks stay. Chorus All the world is sad and dreary, Ev'ry where I roam, Oh, darkies how my heart grows weary Far from the old folks at home. All up and down the whole creation, Sadly I roam, Still longing for the old plantation, And for the folks at home. Chorus All 'round the little farm I wandered When I was young, Than many happy days I squander'd, Many the songs I sung. Chorus When I was playing with my brother, Happy was I, Oh, take me to my kind old mother, There let me live and die. Chorus One little hut among the bushes, One that I love, Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, No matter where I rove. Chorus When shall I see the bees a-humming All round the comb? When shall I hear the banjo strumming Down in my good old home? ChorusTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
