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, how my heart is cold and 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 shall I see the bees a-humming
All around the comb
When shall I hear the banjo strumming
Down in that good old home

All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, how my heart is cold and weary
Far from the old folks at home

All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, how my heart is cold and weary
Far from the old folks at home


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Old Folks at Home (Swanee River) (Stephen Foster cover) song meanings
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