Take me back to the place where I first saw the light To the sweet sunny south, take me home Where the mockingbirds sing me to rest every night Oh, why was I tempted to roam? And I think with regret of the dear home I left Of the warm hearts that sheltered me there Of wife and of dear ones, of whom I'm bereft For the old place again do I sigh? Take me back to the place where the orange trees grow To my plot in the evergreen shade Where the flowers from the river's green margins did grow And spread their sweet scent through the glade Oh, the path to our cottage, they say, has grown green And the place is quite lonely around I know that the smiles and the forms I have seen Now lie in the dark mossy ground Take me back, let me see what is left that I knew Can it be that the old house is gone? Dear friends of my childhood indeed must be few And I must face death all alone But yet I'll return to the place of my birth The children have played round the door Where they gathered wild blossoms that grow round the path They'll echo our footsteps no more Take me back to the place where my little ones sleep Poor Massa lies buried close by By the graves of my loved ones, I long for to weep And among them to rest when I die Take me back to the place where I first saw the light To the sweet sunny south, take me home Where the mockingbirds sing me to rest every night Oh, why was I tempted to roam?