Swanee - Michael Feinstein

Swanee

How I love you, how I love you

My dear old Swanee

I’d give the world to be

Among the folks, way back in

G i x i, even a man, man me, I

She’s waiting for me, praying for me, down

By the Swanee

The folks up north, they’ll see me no more

When I get to that Swanee shore

Swanee

Swanee

I’m coming back home to Swanee

Mammy, my mammy, I love the old folks at home

I’ve been away from you a long time

I never thought I’d miss you so

Somehow I feel, our love was real

Near you, I want to be

The birds are singing it is summertime

I hear that banjo soft and low

Somehow I feel, our love was real

Swanee, I love you so

My, how I love you, how I love you

My dear old Swanee

I’d give the world to be

Among the folks, way back in

G i x i, even a man, man me, I

She’s waiting for me, praying for me, down

By the Swanee

The folks up north, they’ll see me no more

When I get to that Swanee;

I get to that Swanee;

I get to that Swa-nee shore