★以下是為大家整理的兒童簡單英語歌：Old Folks At Home文章，供大家參考！
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Old Folks At Home歌詞：
Way down upon de Swanee River, Far, far away. Dere’s wha my heart is turning ever, Dere’s where de old folks stay. All up and down de whole creation, Sadly I roam, Still longing for de old plantation, And for de old folks at home. All de world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam, Oh darkies, how my heart grows weary, Far from de old folks at home. All round de little farm I wandered, When I was young. Den many happy days I squandered, Many de songs I sung. When I was playing with my brother, Happy was I; Oh, take me to my kind old mother, Dere let me live and die. All de world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam, Oh darkies, how my heart grows weary, Far from de old folks at home. One little hut among de bushes, One dat I love. Still sadly to my memory rushes, No matter where I rove. When shall I see de bees a humming, All round the comb? When shall I hear the banjo strumming, Down by my good old home? All de world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam, Oh darkies, how my heart grows weary, Far from de old folks at home.
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Old Folks At Home歌詞：
Way down upon de Swanee River, Far, far away. Dere’s wha my heart is turning ever, Dere’s where de old folks stay. All up and down de whole creation, Sadly I roam, Still longing for de old plantation, And for de old folks at home. All de world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam, Oh darkies, how my heart grows weary, Far from de old folks at home. All round de little farm I wandered, When I was young. Den many happy days I squandered, Many de songs I sung. When I was playing with my brother, Happy was I; Oh, take me to my kind old mother, Dere let me live and die. All de world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam, Oh darkies, how my heart grows weary, Far from de old folks at home. One little hut among de bushes, One dat I love. Still sadly to my memory rushes, No matter where I rove. When shall I see de bees a humming, All round the comb? When shall I hear the banjo strumming, Down by my good old home? All de world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam, Oh darkies, how my heart grows weary, Far from de old folks at home.