Tis summer, the children all play
and the meadows in the bloom
While the birds make music all day
on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy and bright
come a -knockin' at the door
Than my old Kentucky home,
For the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away
For the possum and the coon
On Meadow, the hill, and the shore
By the glimmer of the moon
On the bench by that old cabin door
The day goes by like a shadow o the heart
With sorrow where all was delight
when old friends have to part
And my old Kentucky home goodnight
for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away
and the back will have to bend
Wherever the weary may go
In the field where sugar canes may grow
A few more days for to tote the weary load
No matter, it will never be light
A few more days till we totter on the road
Then my old Kentucky home, goodnight
For the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away
for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away
