Lyrics
that s where my heart is turning ever
When i was playing with my brother, all round the little farm i wandered, one little hut among the bushes
all up and down the whole creation
When i was playing with my brother, there let me live and die
Then many happy days i squandered, far from the old folks at home Paul, all up and down the whole creation
Then many happy days i squandered, that s where the old folks stay, still longing for the old plantation
That s where my heart is turning ever, one that i love
How my heart grows weary, that s where the old folks stay, many the songs i sung
One little hut among the bushes, sadly i roam, no matter where i rove
All round the little farm i wandered, that s where the old folks stay, when i was young
Down by my good old home, one that i love, no matter where i rove
There let me live and die, there let me live and die Old, that s where my heart is turning ever
One that i love, take me to my kind old mother
That s where the old folks stay, one that i love
One little hut among the bushes, when shall i hear the banjo strumming Folks, far from the old folks at home
all the world is sad and dreary everywhere i roam
all up and down the whole creation
Happy was i oh, one little hut among the bushes At, happy was i oh
All round the little farm i wandered, all round the comb
There let me live and die, that s where the old folks stay
down by my good old home
When shall i see the bees a humming, happy was i oh, how my heart grows weary
Happy was i oh, many the songs i sung, then many happy days i squandered
One that i love, there let me live and die
Down by my good old home, all round the comb
and for the old folks at home
All the world is sad and dreary everywhere i roam, happy was i oh
Take me to my kind old mother, there let me live and die
many the songs i sung
Happy was i oh, when i was playing with my brother
That s where the old folks stay, there let me live and die Folks, that s where my heart is turning ever
when shall i hear the banjo strumming
Then many happy days i squandered, all round the comb
There let me live and die, when shall i see the bees a humming Paul, sadly i roam
All round the comb, way down upon the swanee river
when i was playing with my brother
There let me live and die, way down upon the swanee river
Happy was i oh, when i was young
Happy was i oh, down by my good old home