American Old Time Song Lyrics: 39 Old Folks At Home

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 39

OLD FOLKS AT HOME.

'Way down upon de Swanee Ribber, far, far away,
Dar's wha my heart is turning ebber, dar's wha de old folks stay.
All up and down de whole creation sadly I roam,
Still longing for de old plantation, and for de old folks at home.

Chorus.
All de world am sad and dreary, eb'ry where I roam;
Oh! darkies, how my heart grows weary, far from de old folks at home.

All 'round de little farm I wander'd when I was young;
Dem many happy days I squander'd-many de songs I sung.
When I was playing wid my brudder, happy was I;
Oh! take me to my kind old mudder, dar let me live and die.- Chorus.

One little hut among de bushes-one dat I love-
Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, no matter where I rove.
When will I see de bees a-humming all 'round de comb?
When will I hear de banjo tumming down in my good old home?- Chorus.