The Suwannee River
(Old Folks at Home)
Written by Stephen C. Foster
Way down upon the Suwannee River,
Far, far away,
That's where my heart is turning ever,
That's where the old folks stay.
Up and down the whole creation
Sadly I roam,
Still longing for the old plantation,
And for the old folks at home.
Chorus
All the world is sad and dreary,
Everywhere I roam;
Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home!
All around the little farm I wandered
When I was young,
Then many happy days I squandered,
Many a song 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.
3rd Verse
One little hut among the bushes,
One that I love
Still sadly to my memory rushes,
No matter where I rove.
When will I see the bees a-humming
All around the comb?
When will I hear the banjo strumming,
Down in my good old home?
