Old Folks at Home Lyrics

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
-CHORUS-
All the world is sad and dreary
everywhere I roam
Oh Brothers, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home
-SHORT BRIDGE-

All 'round the little farm I wandered,
When I was young
Then many happy days I squandered,
Many the songs I sung
When I was playing with my brother,
Happy was I
Oh, take me to my kind old mother,
There let me live and die
-Repeat CHORUS 2Xs-