Old Folks at Home

Way down upon the Swanee 4 River, 1 Far, far a 5 way
1 That's where my heart is yearning 4 ever, 1 That's where the 5 old folks 1 stay
All up and down the whole cre- 4 ation, 1 Sadly I 5 roam
1 Still longing for the old plan- 4 tation, 1 And for the 5 old folks at 1 home

Chorus
5 All the world is 1 sad and dreary, 4 Everywhere I 1 roam
Oh, brothers, how my heart grows 4 weary, 1 Far from the 5 old folks at 1 home

All 'round the little farm I wandered, When I was young
There many happy days I squandered, Many the songs I sung
When I was playing with my brothers, Happy was I
Oh, take me to my kind old mother, There let me live and die

One little hut among the bushes, One that I love
Still sadly to my memory rushes, No matter where I roam
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