Way down upon the Swanee 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 a warm foundation
And for the old folks at home
All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, how my heart grows ever weary
Far from the old folks at home
All around 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 the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, how my heart grows ever 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 my good old home?
All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, how my heart grows ever weary
Far from the old folks at home
All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, how my heart grows ever weary
Far from the old folks at home
Red Vanguard - Old Folks at Home (Swanee River) Lyrics
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Way down upon the Swanee 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 a warm foundation
And for the old folks at home
All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, how my heart grows ever weary
Far from the old folks at home
All around 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 the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, how my heart grows ever 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 my good old home?
All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, how my heart grows ever weary
Far from the old folks at home
All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, how my heart grows ever weary
Far from the old folks at home
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 a warm foundation
And for the old folks at home
All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, how my heart grows ever weary
Far from the old folks at home
All around 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 the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, how my heart grows ever 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 my good old home?
All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, how my heart grows ever weary
Far from the old folks at home
All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, how my heart grows ever weary
Far from the old folks at home
Writer: Stephen Foster, Lauren Sheehan
Copyright: Lyrics © NOWO SNC, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © NOWO SNC, O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Red Vanguard
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Stephen Foster, Lauren Sheehan