Mormon Tabernacle Choir My Old Kentucky Home
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!
Weep no more my lady. Oh! Weep no more today! We will sing one song for my old Kentucky home For the old Kentucky home, far away.
