Not many people can go out and simply stare
Rolling hills of Bluegrass, mist is in the air
When the sun shines down on fields of flowers
God has spoken, I can feel all his powers!
ading through creeks, rocks beneath my feet
Heavens gates open, my joyous soul I greet
Walking through a misty country haze
Horses in the distance gather for a graze
Fruitful soil that's soft and gentle
A farmers delight, harvest is plentiful
When it's time for me to leave
there is one thing before I roam
Please play for me my song
My Old Kentucky Home
