Jolson Al - swanee Lyrics

the birds are sining it is songtime the band is drumming soft and low somehow i feel your love is real near you i want to be-e-e-e swanee how i love ya how i love ya my dear old swanee the folks up north will be among the folks in d-i-x-i-even know my mammy waiting for me praying for me down by the swannee