Quotes from Stephen Collins Foster

Weep no more, my lady,Oh! weep no more today!We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,For the old Kentucky home far away.

I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low;I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe."

All the world is sad and drearyEv'rywhere I roam,Oh! darkies, how my heart grows weary,Far from the old folks at home.

I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,Starlight and dewdrop are waiting for thee.

Gwine to run all night!Gwine to run all day!I'll bet my money on de bobtail nag—Somebody bet on de bay.

Oh! Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me,I've come from Alabama, with my banjo on my knee.

Way down upon the Swanee River,Far, far away,There's where my heart is turning ever;There's where the old folks stay.