My old Kentucky home
Rufus Wainwright
Oh, the sun shines bright in my old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the workers 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, goodnight
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
The head must bow and the back will have to bend
Wherever the poor folk may go
Bye hard times, then the trouble all will end
In the fields 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 for to totter down the road
Then my old Kentucky home, goodnight
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
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
