Swanee River
Bunny Berigan & His Orchestra Lyrics


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Way down upon the Swanee River,
Far, far away
That's where my heart is yearning ever,
Home where the old folks stay

Way down upon the Swanee River,
Far, far away-hey
Whoa, that's where my heart is yearning ever,
Home where the old folks stay

All up and down the whole creation,
Sadly I roam
I'm a still a-longin' for the old plantation,
Oh, for the old folks at home

Ah-oh-oh!

Oh, my my!

Well, way down upon the Swanee River,
Far, far away-hey.
Whoa, that's where my heart is yearning ever,
Home where the old folks stay.

All up and down the whole creation,
Sadly I roam.
I'm still a-longin' for the old plantation,
And for the old folks at home.

All the world is sad and dreary,
Ev'rywhere I roam
Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home
Far from the old folks at home




Far from the old folks at home
Far from the old folks at home

Overall Meaning

The song "Swanee River" by Bunny Berigan & His Orchestra is a sentimental ballad that expresses longing for home and the old plantation during a time of wandering and uncertainty. The first verse begins with the opening line, "Way down upon the Swanee River, far, far away," which immediately suggests a sense of distance and separation from home. The singer, whose heart is "yearning ever," expresses a deep longing for the place where "the old folks stay."


The repeated refrain, "All up and down the whole creation, sadly I roam," emphasizes the sense of dislocation and loneliness that the singer feels. He pines for the comfort and familiarity of the old plantation, where he can be reunited with "the old folks at home." The second verse continues this theme of longing and weariness, with the singer lamenting that "all the world is sad and dreary" and expressing how much his heart grows weary without the presence of the people and place that he loves.


Line by Line Meaning

Way down upon the Swanee River,
My heart is yearning for the place of my origin, the Swanee River, which is distant.


Far, far away
It is located at a far distance from here.


That's where my heart is yearning ever,
My heart is consistently yearning for the place where I was born and raised.


Home where the old folks stay
It is the home where my grandparents and great-grandparents used to live.


All up and down the whole creation,
I have traveled around the world, both on land and seas.


Sadly I roam
Despite the extensive traveling, I am unhappy and unsatisfied with my current situation.


I'm a still a-longin' for the old plantation,
My longing for the old plantation is still intense.


Oh, for the old folks at home
I have become nostalgic for my past and the people who made it special.


All the world is sad and dreary,
The world I see is gloomy and depressing.


Ev'rywhere I roam
No matter where I travel, I cannot find peace and happiness.


Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary,
I often think about my fellow African Americans and I feel burdened by the struggles we all share.


Far from the old folks at home
I am far away from the place I consider home, where I felt most comfortable.


Far from the old folks at home
Being separated from the people I love and cherish has made me feel lost and alone in this world.


Far from the old folks at home
I am desperate to return home and be with my family and friends.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER, WERNER EISBRENNER

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Trombonology Erstwhile

I love the early Berigan orch sides -- especially the instrumentals, such as this one. At this time, it appeared that Bunny, my favourite musician, was going to set the world on fire with his brand new aggregation. As we know, it didn't pan out that way ... but for roughly two-and-a-half minutes, we can revel in this outfit's esprit de corps and the fire in Bunny's horn and imagine what might have been. The Wisconsin-born leader blows this old Foster tune as if he was a son of the South, and Georgie Auld, who had only days earlier turned eighteen, contributes a jumpin' solo.

Jim A

happy birthday

Trombonology Erstwhile

@Jim A Thank you 🙂

moongloomable

Thanks what a great record!

Telcom100

Fantastic trumpet playing and I assume that is Georgie Auld with the swinging solo.

Trombonology Erstwhile

Yup, it's Georgie, alright!

Ulrich Roesch

You plant corn, you get corn.......

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