In the old Carolina state where the sweet magnolias bloom There the picininny darkies learn to hoe There is one I long to see, she was always true to me But I haven't seen her since we all were free Mid the cotton and corn there we pulled and raised a barn And together in the fields we used to go It's been twenty years or more, since I left the cabin door So I'm going back to see my darying Clo Darling Clo, darling Clo Your sweet face I soon shall see I know Where the sunny southern breeze fans the old Palmetto trees So I'm going back to see my darying Clo In that happy southern home, where the songs I loved to sing And the mockingbird is singing all the day She is waiting for her Joe, and I'm bound to see my Clo For I know her hair has almost turned to grey The plantation is no more, and the tall lilac is o'er For I know she's creeping close to eightythree But she'll wait till I come back, by the coon and possum track For I have not seen her since we all were free Darling Clo, darling Clo Your sweet face I soon shall see I know Where the sunny southern breeze fans the old Palmetto trees So I'm going back to see my darying Clo