Old Folks are Gone, Lyric Variant 03
 


Citation

Root, George F. (George Frederick), 1820-1895, “Old Folks are Gone, Lyric Variant 03,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed October 5, 2024, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31757.


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Title

Old Folks are Gone, Lyric Variant 03

Description

This item is part of the I. G. Greer Folksong Collection which consists of more than 300 individual song titles and their variants as collected by Isaac Garfield Greer (1881-1967) from informants, primarily in Ashe, Wilkes and Watauga counties. The collection includes manuscripts, typescript transcriptions produced by Dr. Greer’s clerical staff, and handwritten musical notations. Songs range from traditional Child Ballads, traditional English and Scottish ballads as well as their American variants, to 19th century popular music to musical compositions of local origin.

Subject

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

Creator

Root, George F. (George Frederick), 1820-1895

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

Greer, I. G. (Isaac Garfield), 1881-1967

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

Spatial Coverage

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:

Associated Date

1852

File name

113_OldFolksAreGone_Lyric_03_ocr

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