swanee

I've been away from you a long time
I never thought I'd miss 'ya so
Somehow I feel, your love is real
Near you I long to be.

The Birds are sing- ing it is song-time
The banjos strummin'
soft and low
I know that you yearn for me too
swanee you're calling me

Swanee Swanee -- how I love ya,
how I love ya
My dear old swanee.
I'd give the world to be
among the folks in D-I-X-I-E-ven though

my mam- my's waiting for me,
praying for me down by the swanne.
The folks up north
will see me no more
when I go to that swanee shore

mammy, mammy
My dear old mammy
The folks up north
will see me no more
When I get to that Swanee shore
I love the old folks at home

Swanee -- how I love ya, how I love ya
My dear old swanee.
I'd give the world to be among the
folks in D-I-X-I-E-ven though

my mam- my's waiting for me,
praying for me
down by the swanee.
The folks up north will
see me no more
when I get to that swanee shore.

George Gershwin (1919)