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Words and Music by John T. Rutledge. Arranged by W. East Liverpool, Ohio: W. L. Thompson & Co., 1878. George Thacher, Frank Cushman, and Marsh Adams In the Beautiful Play of Uncle Tom's Cabin.] To my Friend, George Battier. 1. I've wander'd from massa for many, many years, And those I cherish'd in the long ago; Far from the plantation, my eyes have filled with tears Because the old folks love me too, I know. The old home is changed since I wander'd far away, Which makes my heart with pain and sorrow fill; No sunshine is left for to gladden up the day Round Uncle Tom's old cabin on the hill. CHORUS. Massa is sleeping, old friends are dead, All lying buried by the mill; No more the roses blossom, The song birds all have fled From Uncle Tom's old cabin on the hill. 2. The old house deserted, the children gone away, No one is left to bid me welcome home. The cabins are moulder'd and going to decay. Why was I ever tempted to roam! The old mill's run down and all is silent now, But the song that echoes mournful from the fill; For time has crept by, and its snow is on my brow, Since I saw the dear old cabin on the hill. 3. I long to be sleeping close by old Hannah's side; I long to meet her on the other shore; For the banjo is silent, all pleasure is denied, Yes, all is gone I love'd in days before. Soon the angels will come and bid me welcome home, And let this troubled heart of mine be still. My sorrows all gone, no more my feet will roam From Uncle Tom's old cabin on the hill. |
PERFORMED BY GLIMPSE OF GLORY LEAD VOCAL: James Stewart CHORUS: Constance Harrington (Soprano) Kay Buchanan (Alto) David Tate (Tenor) James Stewart (Bass) PIANO: Lynne Mackey Recorded by Bill Dudley Produced by Bill Wellington Harrisonburg, Virginia Audio encoding at the Digital Media Lab, Clemons Library, University of Virginia BROWN UNIVERSITY LIBRARY THE MUSIC FOR THIS SONG IS AVAILABLE AT BROWN'S AFRICAN-AMERICAN SHEET MUSIC 1850-1920 -- AN EXHIBIT AT THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS' AMERICAN MEMORY ARCHIVE |