MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME

MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME
Letra de Stephen Foster
Musica de Stephen Foster (1825-1864)

Oh, the sun shines bright 
in the old Kentucky home,
This summer, the darkies are gay.

The corn top's ripe 
and the meadows 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 the Hard Times come 
a knocking at the door.
Then my old Kentucky home, goodnight! 

Coro:

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!

Coro: 

The head must bow 
and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the darkey may go:

A few more days, 
and the trouble all will end,
In the field 
where the sugarcanes 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!