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
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
