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' home, All the world is sad and dreary, Everywhere I roam. Oh Lordy! how my heart grows weary, Far from the old folks' 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 are humming all round the comb When will I hear the banjo is strumming 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' home.
[00:04.00]Way down upon the Swanee River, far far away, [00:13.00]There's where my heart is turning ever, [00:17.00]There's where the old folks stay, [00:21.00]All up and down the whole creation, [00:25.00]Sadly I roam. [00:29.00]Still longing for the old plantation, [00:33.00]And for the old folks' home, [00:37.00]All the world is sad and dreary, [00:41.00]Everywhere I roam. [00:46.00]Oh Lordy! how my heart grows weary, [00:50.00]Far from the old folks' home, [01:02.00]One little hut among the bushes,one that I love, [01:10.00]Still sadly to my memory rushes,no matter where I rove, [01:19.00]When will I see the bees are humming all round the comb [01:27.00]When will I hear the banjo is strumming down in my good old home [01:35.00]All the world is sad and dreary, [01:40.00]Everywhere I roam, [01:44.00]Oh Lordy! how my heart grows weary, [01:48.00]Far from the old folks' home.