Lauren Sheehan - Old Folks At Home Lyrics

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