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SWEET SUNNY SOUTH
 

Take me home to a place where I first saw the light
To the sweet sunny south take me home
Where the mockingbirds sing me to sleep every night
Oh, why was I tempted to roam?
 

Oh I think of regret of the dear home I left
And the warm hearts who cheered me then
Of the wife and the dear ones of whom I'm bereft
And sight of the old place again
 

Take me home to a place where my little ones sleep
And old Massa lies buried nearby
O'er the graves of the loved ones I long there to weep
And among them to rest and to die
 

Take me home to a place where the orange trees grow
To my cot in the evergreen shade
Where the flowers on the river's green margin they grow
They are sweet on the banks where we played
 

'Til the path to our cottage they say it has grown green
The place is quite lonely around
And I know that the smiles and the forms I have seen
Now lies in the cold mossy ground
 

Take me home to a place where my little ones sleep
And old Massa lies buried nearby
O'er the graves of the loved ones I long there to weep
And among them to rest and to die
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