My Old Kentucky Home

The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home,
'Tis summer, the people are gay,
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
While the birds make music all the day.
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,
All merry, all happy and bright:
By'n by Hard Times comes a knocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky Home, good night!

Weep no more, my lady,
Oh! weep no more today!
We will sing one song
For the old Kentucky Home,
For the old Kentucky Home, far away.

The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home,
'Tis summer, the people are gay,
By'n by Hard Times comes a knocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky Home, good night!