In a cavern, in a canyon,. Excavating for a mine. Dwelt a miner forty niner,. And his daughter Clementine. . Light she was and like a fairy,. And her shoes were number nine,.
Children carry through the streets. A brightly painted star.. Angels gather round the hearth,. Strumming on guitars.. Men of great renown and faith. Say prayers on boulevards..
Way down upon the Swanee River,. Far, far away. That's where my heart is yearning ever,. Home where the old folks stay. . Way down upon the Swanee River,.
Paul Campbell. . Once in a year it is not thought amiss to visit our neighbors and sing out like this:. . Chorus:. We wish you a merry Christmas. (Repeat twice).
Way down upon the Swanee River,. Far, far away. That's where my heart is turning ever. That's where the old folks stay. . Way down upon that Swanee River,.