The sun shines bright

The sun shines bright
On my old Kentucky home
T'is summer,
The darkies are gay;
The corn-top's ripe
And the medow'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 to day!
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 gilmmer 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!

Weep no more my lady,
Oh, weep no more to day!
We will sing one song
For the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home,
Far away

The head must be bow
And back will have to bend,
Whereever
The darkey may go;
A few more days,
And the trouble all will end,
In the 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.

Weep no more my lady,
Oh, weep no more to day!
We will sing one song
For the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home,
Far away

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