My Old Kentuchy Home
The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
\'Tis summer, the darkies are gay
The corn top\'s ripe and the meadow\'s in 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 come 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.
They hunt no more for the \'possum and the coon,
On meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
On the bench by that old cabin door.
The day goes by like a shadow o\'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight.
The time has come when the darkies have to part,
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.
