Way down upon the Suwannee 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
O dears, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home
All 'round the little farm I wander'd
When I was young
Then many happy days I squander'd
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
All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
O dears, 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 rove
When will I see the bees a humming
All 'round the comb?
When will I hear the banjo strumming
Down in the old folks home
All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
O dearies, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home
O dearies, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home