Song written in 1851 by Stephen Foster, and since 1935, the Florida's hymn. <br />Chanson écrite en 1851 par Stephen Foster, et devenue, dès 1935, l'hymne de la Floride. <br /> <br />OLD FOLKS AT HOME - SWANEE RIVER (Lyrics): <br /> <br />Way down upon the Swanee River, <br />Far, far away. <br />That's where my heart is turning ever, <br />That's where the old folks stay. <br /> <br />All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam. <br />Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary, <br />Far from the old folks at home? <br /> <br />All up and down the whole creation, <br />Sadly I roam. <br />Still longing for the old plantation, <br />And for the old folks at home. <br /> <br />All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam. <br />Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary, <br />Far from the old folks at home? <br /> <br />All around the little farm I wandered, <br />When I was young. <br />Then many happy days I squandered, <br />Many the songs I sung. <br /> <br />All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam. <br />Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary, <br />Far from the old folks at home? <br /> <br />When I was playing with my brother, <br />Happy was I. <br />Oh, take me to my kind old mother, <br />There let me live and die. <br /> <br />All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam. <br />Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary, <br />Far from the old folks at home? <br /> <br />One little hut among the bushes, <br />One that I love. <br />Still sadly to my memory rushes, <br />No matter where I rove. <br /> <br />All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam. <br />Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary, <br />Far from the old folks at home? <br /> <br />When will I see the bees a-humming, <br />All around the comb? <br />When will I hear the banjo strumming, <br />Down by my good old home? <br /> <br />All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam. <br />Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary, <br />Far from the old folks at home?
