Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home,
'Tis summer, the people 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 Hard Times come a knocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky Home, good night!
Weep no more, my lady,
Oh! weep no more to-day!
We will sing one song for my old Kentucky Home,
For my old Kentucky Home far away.
(P.S. This marks the official end of March Madness, so I will return to a normal stress level and blogging topics. Thanks for tolerating the Kentucky craziness!)
Until Next Time,