Way down upon the Suwannee 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 'round the the farm I wandered ,

When I was young 

Then many happy days I squandered,

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.

One little hut among the bushes,

One that I love

Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes,

No matter where I rove

When shall I see the bees a humming,

All 'round the comb

When shall I hear the banjo strumming,

Down by my good old home.

Chorus: 

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

By: Stephen Foster