歌词
Way down upon the Swanee 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 the old plantation,
And for the old folks' home,
All the world is sad and dreary,
Everywhere I roam.
Oh Lordy! how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks' 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 are humming all round the comb
When will I hear the banjo is strumming 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' home.
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