Swanee River

When will I hear the banjo strummin’ down In my good old home All the world is sad and dreary Everywhere I roam Oh lady how my heart grows weary Far from the old folks at home

Oh lady 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 love When will I see the bees a-hummin’ All round the comb

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