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CARRY ME BACK TO OLD VIRGINIA |
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by James Bland |
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Carry me back to old Virginia, |
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There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow, |
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There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime, |
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There's where this old darkey's heart am long'd to go, |
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There's where I labored so hard for old massa, |
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Day after day in the field of yellow corn, |
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No place on earth do I love more sincerely |
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Than old Virginia, the state where I was born. |
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CHORUS: Carry me back to old Virginia, |
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There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow, |
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There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime, |
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There's where this old darkey's heart am long'd to go. |
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Carry me back to old Virginia, |
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There let me live 'till I wither and decay, |
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Long by the old Dismal Swamp have I wandered, |
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There's where this old darkey's life will pass away. |
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Massa and missis have long gone before me, |
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Soon we will meet on that bright and golden shore, |
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There we'll be happy and free from all sorrow, |
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There's where we'll meet and we'll never part no more. |
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CHORUS |
