Old Folks At Home

Old Folks At Home - Mormon Tabernacle Choir

Written by：Stephen C. Foster

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

All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam

Oh darkies, how my heart grows weary

Far from the old folks at home

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

All up and down the whole creation, sadly I roam

Still longing for the old plantation

And for the old folks at home

One little hut among the bushes, one that I love

Still sadly to my mem'ry 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 by my good old home

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