Way down upon the old plantation   Old Master used to own me as a slave   He had a little gal he’d call Lorena   And we courted where the wild bananas waved   For long years we courted and we were happy as one   I hard worked it for my dear old master and the happiness of live had just begun      No more the moon shines on Lorena   As we sit and watch the coon among the corn   And the possum playing on the wild banana   And the old owl a-hootin’ like a horn      One day I went to see dear Lorena   I honked and she would meet me at the gate   But they took her away to old Virginie   And left me to morn for her fate      For years I longed to see her   Thoughts of her, as ever in my head   One day master read me a letter   Telling me that Lorena, she was dead      No more the moon shines on Lorena   As we sit and watch the coon among the corn   And the possum playing on the wild banana   And the old owl a-hootin’ like a horn      But I know that her soul has gone to heaven   And there she is ever free from pain   To her brighter crown it is given   And no more will she wear these darky’s chains      No more the moon shines on Lorena   As we sit and watch the coon among the corn   And the possum playing on the wild banana   And the old owl a-hootin’ like a horn