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 Ashley oh charleston, won't bury me
i'm the daughter of a merchant claimed the seabrook line lost his spirit to the crash of '29 left my family bound 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 waterfront there he told me he would take me but it could not be so i left the man i in charleston
i am old, i am weary and i'm coming home to die would you bury me the old oak tree 'tween the river and the Ashley oh charleston, won't you bury me
busted galleys, sick dead soldiers found a navy man wrote the queen to have him his term with me I love my husband and my children but these my final days I weary, and charleston calls to me
now I see its painted porches all the lazy noons sipping tea until the evening came and the graveyard where my father lay his southern bones I can hear them now the church bells sing my name
am old, i am weary and 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