Stephen Foster — Old Folks at Home

(Verse 1) Way down upon the Suwannee River Far, far away There’s where my heart is turning ever There’s where the old folks stay All up and down the whole creation Sadly I roam Still longing for my childhood station And for the old folks at home (Chorus) All the world is sad and dreary Everywhere I roam O dear ones, how my heart grows weary Far from the old folks at home (Verse 2) All ‘round the little farm I wander’d When I was young; Then many happy days I squander’d Many the songs 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 (Chorus) All the world is sad and dreary Everywhere I roam O dear ones, how my heart grows weary Far from the old folks at home (Verse 3) 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 ‘round the comb? When shall I hear the banjo strumming Down in my good old home (Chorus) All the world is sad and dreary Everywhere I roam O dear ones, how my heart grows weary Far from the old folks at home