Lyrics:

the birds are sining
it is songtime
the band is drumming soft and low
somehow i feel your love is real near
you i want to be-e-e-e

swanee how i love ya
how i love ya my dear old swanee

the folks up north will be among

the folks in d-i-x-i-even
know my mammy waiting for me
praying for me down by the swannee