The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
't is 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!
Weep no more my lady, oh, weep no more today!
We will sing one song for my old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home, far away.
*seit 1986: "the people..."