| Lyrics: | Old Kentucky Home
(Stephen Foster)
The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky
home
'Tis summer, the folks there 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.
The head must bow and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the poor folks may
go
A few more days and the trouble will end,
In the field where sugar-canes may
grow.
A few more days for to tote the weary load,
No matter, 'twill never be light
A
few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky home, good
night.
@nostalgia @South
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