Lyrics The Folks I Used To Know - Paul Robeson

The Folks I Used To Know

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