I hear the banjos ringing, those melodies that linger in my heart
I hear the old folks singing, those good old songs that make the teardrops start
Oh, how I long to go back again, back to that blue Dixie sky
Down on the old plantation, oh, take me there and let me live and die
Now there's a stone beneath the maple tree, where mothers lay there to rest
Down on the old plantation, she's sleeping in the place she loved the best
