Songs We Like to Sing

Published 1912
Old Folks at Home

     Stephen C. Foster                                                   Stephen C. Foster

Way down upon the Swanee ribber,
Far, far away,
Dere's wha' my heart is turning eber,
Dere's wha' de old folks stay.
All up and down de whole creation,
Sadly I raom,
Still longing for de old plantation,
And for de old folks at home.

All de world am sad and dreary,
Eb'ry where I roam,
O! 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,
Den many happy days I squander'd,
Many de songs I sung.
When I was paling wid my brudder,
Happy was I.
O! take me to my kind old mudder,
Dere let me live and die.


One little hut among de buses,
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 old home?


© 1999, 2003 Lynn Waterman