Kentucky Babe
Skeeters am a hummin'
on the honeysuckle vine
sleep Kentucky Babe!
Sandman am a comin'
to this little child of mine
sleep Kentucky Babe!
Silvery moon am a shinin'
on de heavens up above
bobolink am pinin' for his little lady love . . .
You is might lucky
Babe of old Kentucky
close your eyes in sleep . . .
and fly away,
fly away Kentucky Babe,
fly away to rest, fly away,
lay your curly woolly head
on your mammy's breast,
hmm, hmmm, edah la da da dee
close your eyes in sleep!
Writer/s: Bessie Davis / Richard Buck
