The cold skies of the North are behind me,
The Ohioís broad flood I have crossed;
I am back once again in the Bluegrass,
And I feel like a child thatís been lost
But now found and returned to his mother,
And clasped to her warm loving breastó
Say, ye gods, if youíll give me Kentucky,
My own State, you can keep all the rest!
Thereís softness about her fair landscape,
Thereís a brooding hush over her fields,
Thereís a beauty mere money canít purchase;
Itís a charm that the dear old State yields
To the children within her wide borders
To those who love her and know best
That Kentucky is Queen of her sisters,
And outranks everyone of the rest!