Lyrics: Stephen Foster
Music: Stephen Foster
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
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