The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home, ‘Tis 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! 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. 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 darkies have to part, Then my old Kentucky home, good night! The head must bow and the back will have to bend, Wherever the darky may go; A few more days, and the trouble all will end, In a field where the sugar-canes 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, good night! At last he sleeps in the meadow near the shore, Of virtues no tombstone does tell, Secure he rests and of trouble knows no more, For to slav’ry he has bidden farewell’ The weary load he has borne beyond the dome, Where ever shines glory’s own light, His task is done and he’s in his heav’nly home, So My Old Kentucky Home, good night!