Old Folks At Home - Stephen Foster, Dieter Reith, Foster Stephen

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 my childhood station

And for the old folks at home

All the world is sad and dreary

Everywhere I roam

O dear ones, 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 dear ones, 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 shall I hear the banjo strumming

Down in my good old home

All the world is sad and dreary

Everywhere I roam

O dear ones, how my heart grows weary

Far from the old folks at home