The sun shines bright in my old Kentucky home;
     "Tis summer, the darkies are gay;
The corntop's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom,
     While the birds make music all the day.
The young folk roll on the little cabin floor,
     All merry, all happy, all bright,
By-m by hard times comes a-knockin' at the door -
     Then my old Kentucky home, good night.

CHORUS:
Weep no more, my lady; oh weep no more today;
     We'll sing one son for the old Kentucky home,
For our 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 old cabin door
     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, good night.

The head must bow, and the back will have to bend,
     Wherever the darkies may go;
A few more days and the trouble all will end
     In the field where the sugar canes grow.
A few more days to "tote" the eary load -
     No matter it will never be light;
A few more days till we totter on the road;
     Then my old Kentucky home, good night.