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 God 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 a song 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 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 around the comb When will I hear the banjo strumming Down in my good old home