The Folks I Used To Know - Paul Robeson

There stands the cabin where I was born

There beneath the shining fields of waving corn

Everything’s the same as it was long years ago

Now where is the folks that I used to know

I love every stone of that dear old place

But how I long to see a smiling face

All day long folks are passing to and fro'

No, not the folks that I used to know

Down to the mission house old and grey

Lonesome and sad I take my way

Ak!

that old bell so sweet and clear

Seems to say «Honey, your friend is here»

Yes, bless their hearts old bell shore that soul

Here they rest in peace all the folks I used to know