Song written in 1851 by Stephen Foster, and since 1935, the Florida's hymn.
Chanson écrite en 1851 par Stephen Foster, et devenue dès 1935, l'hymne de la Floride.

OLD FOLKS AT HOME (SWANEE RIVER)

Way down upon the Swanee River,
Far, far away.
That’s where my heart is turning ever,
That’s where the old folks stay.

All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam.
Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home?

All up and down the whole creation,
Sadly I roam.
Still longing for the old plantation,
And for the old folks at home.

All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam.
Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home?

All around the little farm I wandered,
When I was young.
Then many happy days I squandered,
Many the songs I sung.

All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam.
Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home?

When I was playing with my brother,
Happy was I.
Oh, take me to my kind old mother,
There let me live and die.

All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam.
Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home?

One little hut among the bushes,
One that I love.
Still sadly to my memory rushes,
No matter where I rove.

All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam.
Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home?

When will I see the bees a-humming,
All around the comb?
When will I hear the banjo strumming,
Down by my good old home?

All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam.
Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home?