My Old Kentucky Home
Stephen Collins Foster
1.
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 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!
CHORUS:
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.
2.
They hunt no more for the possum
and the coon,
On the meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by the glimmer
of the moon,
On the bench by the 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, goodnight.
CHORUS
3.
The head must bow and the back will
have to bend,
Wherever the darky may go;
A few more days, and the trouble all will end,
In the field where the sugar-canes 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, goodnight!
CHORUS