Swanee River

Pete Seeger

edited by Plaisir

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

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 brothers, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home

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

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