There's where the cotton and corn and taters grow.
That's where the birds warble sweet in the spring-time.
That's where this heart of mine, longs to go.
Carry me back to old Virginny,
There let me live till I wither and decay.
Long by the old Dismal Swamp have I wandered,
That's where this life of mine will pass away.
Mother and father have gone before me,
Soon we will meet on that bright and golden shore.
There we'll be happy and free from all sorrow,
And there we'll meet, and part no more.
* * *Now I know the meaning of the phrase "Virginia is for lovers." I've fallen head
over heels for the state. * * *
