Swanee River

Way down upon the Swanee 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 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
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-hummin’ all round the comb?
When will I hear the banjo strummin’ down in my good old 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