The Old Log Cabin in the Dell.
I am drifting down de hill of life, I never can work any more;
But de home of childhood still I love de same as in bright days of yore;
I've laid down de spade and de hoe, with sorrow de heart ne'er can tell;
And now I'se gwine to lib and die in de old log cabin In de dell.
I'se going, going back to de home I love so well.
And now I'se gwine to lib and die in de old log cabin in de dell.
When dey speak of how I'se gwine to lib, I don't 'zactly know how 'twill be,
But I don't sped want will ever come while massa libs who set me free;
he always did like all de hands, he was sad when he bid dem farewell;
I don't think he would see dem starve in de old log cabin in de dell.-Chorus.
Many changes I have passed in life, some hard ones I don't like to tell-
But dere soon must be anoder change in de old log cabin in de dell;
De angel of peace will be dere wid de keys of de home where he dwell;
And den I'll bid a long farewell to de old log cabin in de dell.-Chorus.