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.
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.
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.