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.

(CHORUS)

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)

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