The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the people 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.