Old Folks At Home - Stephen Foster (斯蒂芬·福斯特)

Way down upon de Swanee ribber

Far far away

Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber

Dere's wha de old folks stay

All up and down de whole creation

Sadly I roam

Still longing for de old plantation

And for de old folks at home

All de world am sad and dreary

Ebry where I roam

Oh darkeys how my heart grows weary

Far from de old folks at home

All round de little farm I wandered

When I was young

Den many happy days I squandered

Many de songs I sung

When I was playing wid my brudder

Happy was I

Oh take me to my kind old mudder

Dere let me live and die

All de world am sad and dreary

Ebry where I roam

Oh darkeys how my heart grows weary

Far from de old folks at home

All de world am sad and dreary

Ebry where I roam

Oh darkeys how my heart grows weary

Far from de old folks at home