Old Folks At Home (Swanee River) 歌词

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