I want to go home,
For never a place did I see,
Wherever I roam far away and alone,
So dear as my own Tennessee.
I want to go where
The sugar cane’s growing so green,
For many a day have I wandered away,
To watch the old mill by the stream.
And when the night had come,
And the darkey’s work was done,
We’ve gathered around, for a dance on the green
By the sound of the old Tamborine.
But now I am far away,
And lonely and sad is my lot,
I never can rest till my journey is past,
And I again seek my old cot.
From my childhood’s happy home,
I never more will roam.
I will take by my side, my young Tennessee bride
And live ever happy at home.