Old Folks are Gone, Lyric Variant 03
 


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George Frederick Root, 1820-1895, “Old Folks are Gone, Lyric Variant 03,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed May 24, 2022, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31757.


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Title

Old Folks are Gone, Lyric Variant 03

Description

One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in excellent physical condition. The document was laminated.

Subject

Popular music -- United States Homecoming -- Songs and music Family -- Songs and music Childhood -- Songs and music

Creator

George Frederick Root, 1820-1895

Source

Published in 1852

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collecction, Appalachian State University

Date Created

10/3/2008

Contributor

I. G. Greer

Rights

The images and audio files contained in the "So Mote It Ever Be: The Folksong Heritage of North Carolina's Northern Blue Ridge Mountains" collection are available for free personal, non-commercial, and educational use, provided that proper citation is used (e.g. I. G. Greer/W. Amos Abrams Manuscript Files Series, Folksong Files Subseries. W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection. Special Collections. Appalachian State University, Boone, NC). Any commercial use of the materials without the written permission of Appalachian State University is strictly prohibited. Please contact the Appalachian State University W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection with specific questions or with requests for further information.

Format

pdf

Language

English
English

Type

Typescript

Transcription

Old Folks Are Gone

Far, far in many lands I’ve wandered sadly and lone
My heart was ever turning southward
To all the dear ones at home.
Where after all my weary roaming at early dawn,
I’ve come and find the cot still standing
But Oh, the old folks are gone.

Chorus

Here I wander sad and lonely
In the dear old home,
Those that I loved so well and fondly
All, all the old folks are gone.
Here’s where I frolicked with my brother, under the trees,
Here’s where I knelt besode my mother
From care and sorrow free,
Still sing the little birds sweetly at night and morn,
Still runs the little brook fleetly
But oh, the old folks are gone.

Chorus:

Down where the wild Cavara’s waving they’re laid to rest,
Where Swanee’s peaceful waters loving
The green turf o’er their breast,
But there’s a home I know where parting never can come
Oh, for that home I must be starting,
There’s where the old folks are gone.

Chorus:

Classification Title

Old Folks are Gone, Lyric Variant 03

Document Title

Old Folks are Gone

Alternate Geographic Location

Sheffield, Berkshire County, Massachusetts

Associated Date

1852

Dimensions - Original

216 mm x 280 mm

Upload Date

2013-10-04

File name

113_OldFolksAreGone_Lyric_03_ocr

Transcription Date

2008-10-03

Transcribed By

Paul L. Robertson

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