To the Sweet Sunny South
SOURCE: Bob Pfeffer
SOURCE'S SOURCE: Da Costa Wolz's Southern Broadcasters; Charlie Poole
COMMENTS: Also NLCR, I think
TEXT:
D G D
Take me back to the place where I first saw the light
D G
To the sweet sunny south take me home
D G D
Where the mockingbirds sang me to rest ev'ry night
D A7 D
Oh, why was I tempted to roam
I think with regret of the dear home I left
Of the warm hearts that sheltered me there
Of the wife and the dear ones of whom I'm bereft
For the old place again do I sigh
Take me back to the place where the orange trees grew
To my cot' in the evergreen shade
Where the flow'rs on the river's green margin may blow
And spread their sweet scent o'er the glade
The path to our cottage they say has grown green
And the place is quite lonely around
And I know that the smiles and the forms I have seen
Now lie 'neath the dark mossy ground
Take me back, let me see what is left that I knew
Can it be that the old house is gone?
Dear friends of my childhood indeed must be few
And now I must face death all alone
But yet I'll return to the place of my birth
Where the children have played 'round the door
Where they gathered wild blossoms that grew on the bank
That will echo our footsteps no more
Take me back to the place where my little ones sleep
Poor old massa lies buried close by
O'er the graves of my loved ones I long there to weep
And among them to rest when I die
Take me back to the place where I first saw the light
To The sweet sunny south take me home
Where the mockingbirds sang me to rest ev'ry night
Oh, why was I tempted to roam
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To the Sweet Sunny South
SOURCE: Bob Pfeffer
SOURCE'S SOURCE: Da Costa Wolz's Southern Broadcasters; Charlie Poole
COMMENTS: Also NLCR, I think
TEXT:
D G D
Take me back to the place where I first saw the light
D G
To the sweet sunny south take me home
D G D
Where the mockingbirds sang me to rest ev'ry night
D A7 D
Oh, why was I tempted to roam
I think with regret of the dear home I left
Of the warm hearts that sheltered me there
Of the wife and the dear ones of whom I'm bereft
For the old place again do I sigh
Take me back to the place where the orange trees grew
To my cot' in the evergreen shade
Where the flow'rs on the river's green margin may blow
And spread their sweet scent o'er the glade
The path to our cottage they say has grown green
And the place is quite lonely around
And I know that the smiles and the forms I have seen
Now lie 'neath the dark mossy ground
Take me back, let me see what is left that I knew
Can it be that the old house is gone?
Dear friends of my childhood indeed must be few
And now I must face death all alone
But yet I'll return to the place of my birth
Where the children have played 'round the door
Where they gathered wild blossoms that grew on the bank
That will echo our footsteps no more
Take me back to the place where my little ones sleep
Poor old massa lies buried close by
O'er the graves of my loved ones I long there to weep
And among them to rest when I die
Take me back to the place where I first saw the light
To The sweet sunny south take me home
Where the mockingbirds sang me to rest ev'ry night
Oh, why was I tempted to roam
SOURCE: Bob Pfeffer
SOURCE'S SOURCE: Da Costa Wolz's Southern Broadcasters; Charlie Poole
COMMENTS: Also NLCR, I think
TEXT:
D G D
Take me back to the place where I first saw the light
D G
To the sweet sunny south take me home
D G D
Where the mockingbirds sang me to rest ev'ry night
D A7 D
Oh, why was I tempted to roam
I think with regret of the dear home I left
Of the warm hearts that sheltered me there
Of the wife and the dear ones of whom I'm bereft
For the old place again do I sigh
Take me back to the place where the orange trees grew
To my cot' in the evergreen shade
Where the flow'rs on the river's green margin may blow
And spread their sweet scent o'er the glade
The path to our cottage they say has grown green
And the place is quite lonely around
And I know that the smiles and the forms I have seen
Now lie 'neath the dark mossy ground
Take me back, let me see what is left that I knew
Can it be that the old house is gone?
Dear friends of my childhood indeed must be few
And now I must face death all alone
But yet I'll return to the place of my birth
Where the children have played 'round the door
Where they gathered wild blossoms that grew on the bank
That will echo our footsteps no more
Take me back to the place where my little ones sleep
Poor old massa lies buried close by
O'er the graves of my loved ones I long there to weep
And among them to rest when I die
Take me back to the place where I first saw the light
To The sweet sunny south take me home
Where the mockingbirds sang me to rest ev'ry night
Oh, why was I tempted to roam