The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the folks here are gay
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
While the birds make music all 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'll 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 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 we have to part
Then my old Kentucky home, good night
Weep no more my lady, oh! weep no more today
We'll sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away
The head must bow and the back will have to bend
Wherever the enslaved 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, good-night
Weep no more my lady, oh! weep no more today
We'll sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away
Weep no more my lady, oh! weep no more today
We'll sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away
My Old Kentucky Home Video (MV)
Performed By: Bludyodel
Language: English
Length: 4:56
Written by: GRANT GEISSMAN, RICK RHODES, STEPHEN FOSTER
Bludyodel - My Old Kentucky Home Lyrics
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The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the folks here are gay
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
While the birds make music all 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'll 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 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 we have to part
Then my old Kentucky home, good night
Weep no more my lady, oh! weep no more today
We'll sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away
The head must bow and the back will have to bend
Wherever the enslaved 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, good-night
Weep no more my lady, oh! weep no more today
We'll sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away
Weep no more my lady, oh! weep no more today
We'll sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away
'Tis summer, the folks here are gay
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
While the birds make music all 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'll 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 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 we have to part
Then my old Kentucky home, good night
Weep no more my lady, oh! weep no more today
We'll sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away
The head must bow and the back will have to bend
Wherever the enslaved 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, good-night
Weep no more my lady, oh! weep no more today
We'll sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away
Weep no more my lady, oh! weep no more today
We'll sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away
Writer: GRANT GEISSMAN, RICK RHODES, STEPHEN FOSTER
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid