My Old Kentucky Home

The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home

'Tis summer, the darkies are gay,

The corn top's ripe, and the meadow's in the bloom,

While the birds make music all the day.

The young folk roll on the little cabin floor,

All merry, and happy and bright;

By'n by hard times come a knocking at the door

Then my old Kentucky home good night.

Chorus

Weep no more, my lady,

Oh, weep no more to-day,

We will sing one song for my old Kentucky home

For my old Kentucky home far away.