"OLD FOLKS AT HOME"

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NOTICE: This item was originally posted at the "OUR ETERNAL STRUGGLE" web site on Wednesday 14 March 2012.
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For the best effect, please be sure to enjoy watching, in "FULL SCREEN" mode, my homemade amateur video recording of, "OLD FOLKS AT HOME", which I performed, a capella, the very first time I ever sang in public, when I was in the Third Grade at Spring Lake School in Spring Lake, North Carolina.



"OLD FOLKS AT HOME"

STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER

VERSE # 01:
Way down upon
The Swanee 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 plantation,
And for the
Old folks at home.

CHORUS:
All the World
Am sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam.
Oh, Darkies,
How my heart
Grows weary
Far from the
Old folks at home!

VERSE # 02:
All 'round the little farm,
I wandered
When I was young.
Then, many happy days,
I squandered.
Many's the 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.

VERSE # 03:
One little hut
Among the bushes,
One that I love,
Still, sadly to my
Memory rushes,
No matter where
I rove.
When will I see
The bees a humming
All 'round the comb?
When will I hear
The banjo strumming
Down in my
Good old home?

STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER
1826 - 1864

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