[00:01.00]
[00:20.14]Way down upon the Swanee River,
[00:24.84]Far, far away,
[00:30.65]that's where my heart is turning ever,
[00:35.86]that's where the old folks stay.
[00:40.51]All up and down the whole creation
[00:45.41]Sadly I roam,
[00:50.42]Still longing for the old plantation,
[00:55.82]And for the old folks at home.
[01:00.24]All the world am sad and dreary,
[01:05.39]Everywhere I roam;
[01:10.14]Oh, darkeys, how my heart grows weary,
[01:15.64]Far from the old folks at home!
[01:40.73]All round the little farm I wandered
[01:45.49]When I was young,
[01:50.93]Then many happy days I squandered,
[01:55.24]Many the songs I sung.
[02:00.09]When I was playing with my brudder
[02:05.45]Happy was I;
[02:10.15]Oh, take me to my kind old mothers!
[02:15.10]There let me live and die.
[02:19.55]All the world am sad and dreary,
[02:24.51]Everywhere I roam;
[02:29.06]Oh, darkeys, how my heart grows weary,
[02:33.86]Far from the old folks at home!
[02:44.00]
[03:00.00]One little hut among de bushes,
[03:05.00]One that I love
[03:09.00]Still sadly to my memory rushes,
[03:14.20]No matter where I rove.
[03:19.00]When will I see de bees a-humming
[03:24.00]All round the comb?
[03:29.00]When will I hear the banjo strumming,
[03:33.00]Down in my good old home?

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 am sad and dreary,
Everywhere I roam;
Oh, darkeys, 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 brudder
Happy was I;
Oh, take me to my kind old mothers!
There let me live and die.
All the world am sad and dreary,
Everywhere I roam;
Oh, darkeys, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home!
One little hut among de bushes,
One that I love
Still sadly to my memory rushes,
No matter where I rove.
When will I see de bees a-humming
All round the comb?
When will I hear the banjo strumming,
Down in my good old home?