Old Folks At Home - Tamra Rosanes

Lyrics by：Tamra Rosanes

Composed by：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

The old plant station

And for the old folks

At home

All the world is sad

And dreary

Everywhere I roam

O darling

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 songs I sung

When I was playing

With my brother

Happy was I

Oh take me to my

Old kind mother

There let me live and die

All the world is sad

And dreary

Everywhere I roam

O darling

How my heart grows weary

Far from the old folks at home

One little hut among

The bushes

One that I love

Still sadly

To my memory rushes

No matter where I rove

All the world is sad

And dreary

Everywhere I roam

O darling

How my heart grows weary

Far from the old folks at home

All the world is sad

And dreary

Everywhere I roam

O darling

How my heart grows weary

Far from the old folks at home

O darling

How my heart grows weary

Far from the old folks at home