Silver Swanee 1922

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 29 Sep 2005

I see a shadow
standing by the Swanee Shore once more
I see the lights a gleaming
as in days of yore once more
I see the cotton blossoms shining bright
Or is it Mammy's hair so snowy white.
Swanee breeze.
I hear you sighing I feel blue just for you.

Way down upon the Silver Swanee
someone's calling
Way down upon the Silver Swanee
tears are falling
Swanee don't you cry
Swanee dry your eye
I'm coming home
Soon I'll rockabye to your lullaby
In my Dixie cradle.

Way down upon my knee each night
alone I'm praying
and in my dreams I see a cabin door
I hear your gentle voice a calling
Come home
come home to your Silvery Swanee once more.

Swanee shore, Sycamore
dog and cat
welcome mat
daffydill whippoorwill
Mammy bake buck wheat cake
serve them hot
reach the spot
blossoms fall
crickets call
those were the days
that I loved best of all.
Give me my grip
here is your tip
don't wake me up
I am only dreaming.

Way down upon my knee each night
alone I'm praying
and in my dreams I see a cabin door
I hear your gentle voice a calling
Come home
come home to your Silvery Swanee once more.

I hear a banjo strumming
old familiar tunes, sweet tunes
the honey bees are humming
'neath the honeymoon those tunes
I see a pickaninny roll his eyes
while Mammy Ginnie's baking pumpkin pies
Swanee babe say you are lonely
do you miss Mammy's kiss.

Way down upon the Silver Swanee
someone's calling
Way down upon the Silver Swanee
tears are falling
Swanee don't you cry
Swanee dry your eye
I'm coming home
Soon I'll rockabye to your lullaby
In my Dixie cradle.

Way down upon my knee each night
alone I'm praying
and in my dreams I see a cabin door
I hear your gentle voice a calling
Come home
come home to your Silvery Swanee once more.

Swanee shore, Sycamore
dog and cat
welcome mat
daffydill whippoorwill
Mammy bake buck wheat cake
serve them hot
reach the spot
blossoms fall
crickets call
those were the days
that I loved best of all.
Give me my grip
here is your tip
don't wake me up
I am only dreaming.

Way down upon my knee each night
alone I'm praying
and in my dreams I see a cabin door
I hear your gentle voice a calling
Come home
come home to your Silvery Swanee once more.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Silver Swanee 1922
Music by Jean Schwartz
Lyrics by Eddie Cantor
© MCMXXII by Jerome H. Remick & Co. New York & Detroit
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Thursday 29 September 2005 at 01.22
in association with Doug Grierson
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