Текст песни My Old Kentucky Home - Kate Smith
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
the
old
Kentucky
home,
For
the
old
Kentucky
home
far
away.
They
hunt
no
more
for
the
'possum
and
the
coon,
On
meadow,
the
hill
and
the
shore,
They
sing
no
more
by
the
glimmer
of
the
moon,
On
the
bench
by
that
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
people
have
to
part,
Then
my
old
Kentucky
home,
good
night!
The
head
must
bow
and
the
back
will
have
to
bend,
Wherever
the
people
may
go;
A
few
more
days
and
the
trouble
all
will
end
In
the
field
where
sugar-canes
may
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!
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