|My Old Kentucky Home, Good Night S. Foster |
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
Tis summer the children 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.
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 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 dear friends will have to part
Then my old Kentucky home, goodnight
The head must bow and the back will have to bend
Wherever the laborer may go
A few more days and the trouble all will end
In the field where the sugarcanes 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!