i old, i am weary and i'm coming home to die would you bury me by the old oak tree 'tween the river and the Ashley oh charleston, won't you me
i'm the daughter of a merchant claimed the seabrook line lost his spirit to the crash of '29 my family bound for europe on the adeline packed my things and left my mom and dad behind
there the churches spot the skyline in an endless dawn and on rainbow row we'd walk the waterfront there told me he would take me but it could not be so i the man i loved in charleston
i am old, i am weary and i'm coming home to die would you bury me by the old oak tree 'tween the river and the Ashley oh charleston, won't you bury me
busted galleys, sick soldiers found a navy man wrote the queen to have him stay his term with me I love my husband and my children but these my final I am weary, and charleston calls to me
now I see its porches all the lazy noons sipping tea until the evening came and the graveyard where father lay his southern bones I can hear them now the church bells sing my name
i am old, i am weary and i'm coming home to die would you bury me by the old tree 'tween the river and the Ashley oh charleston, won't you bury me