Lyrics:

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! Lordy, 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

All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh! Lordy, 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 mem'ry rushes
No matter where I rove
When will I see the bees a-humming'
All around the comb?
When will I hear the banjo strummin'
Down in my good old home?

All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home