The sun shines bright in my old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the old folks 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,
The old Kentucky home good night!
Weep no more, my lady,
Oh weep no more today
We will sing one song for my old Kentucky home,
For my old Kentucky home far away.