Paul Robeson — The Folks I Used To Know

There stands the cabin where I was born There beneath the shining fields of waving corn Everything's the same as it was long years ago Now where is the folks that I used to know I love every stone of that dear old place But how I long to see a smiling face All day long folks are passing to and fro’ No, not the folks that I used to know Down to the mission house old and grey Lonesome and sad I take my way Ak! that old bell so sweet and clear Seems to say “Honey, your friend is here” Yes, bless their hearts old bell shore that soul Here they rest in peace all the folks I used to know