The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Tis summer, the darkies are gay
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in bloom
While the birds make music all the day
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy and bright
By 'n by hard times come a-knocking at the door
Then my old Kentucky home good night
Weep no more, my lady
Oh, weep no more, today
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away.
Way down upon the Swanee 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 the world is sad and dreary,
Everywhere I roam,
Oh! Lordy, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home.
All 'round the little farm I wandered
When I was young,
Then many happy days I squandered,
Many a song 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.
All the world is sad and dreary,
Everywhere I roam,
Oh! Lordy, 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 mem'ry rushes,
No matter where I rove.
When will I see the bees a-humming'
All around the comb?
When will I hear the banjo strummin'
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 at home.
I had to leave my heart and go away,to a land across the farest sea.
But in my thoughts I'll always be with you,if i should never come,don't cry in vain.
Aloha-oe, aloha-oe, be back again someday and then i'm saying.
Your warm embrace will leave a trace,until we meet again.
Through seven seas and hills I'm outward bound,but i know, one day my heart is found.
When there will glow a star on each our ways,it could be ,there a home we will find.
Dere's an ol' man called de Mississippi
Dat's de ol' man dat I'd like to be!
What does he care if de world's got troubles?
What does he care if de land ain't free?
Ol' man river,Dat ol' man river
He mus'know sumpin' But don't say nuthin',
He jes'keeps rollin' He keeps on rollin' along.
He don' plant taters, He don't plant cotton,
An' dem dat plants'em is soon forgotten,
But ol'man river, He jes keeps rollin'along.
You an'me, we sweat an' strain, Body all achin' an' racket wid pain,
Tote dat barge! Lif' dat bale!
Git a little drunk An' you land in jail.
Ah gits weary An' sick of tryin'
Ah'm tired of livin' An' skeered of dyin',
But ol' man river, He jes'keeps rolling' along.