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