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! Weep no more, my lady, Oh! weep n..
