Rolling hills of bluegrass at the break of day
A mare and foal nibbling at hay
Gallant steads being worked at dawn
Frost still glistens in the morning sun

The dreams of boys, the reality of men
Mounted at the gate a blanket of roses to win
Brightly colored silks caught by the breeze
The greatest two minutes in sports quickly flees

From a natural bridge to the Cumberland Falls
To find a moonbow bent in beauty for all
The mountains of Appalachia reach with all their worth
While Mommoth Caves plunge into the bowels of the earth

Mountain Laurel blooms in regal splendor
While across the land buffalo thunder
As the Falls of the Ohio trip wistfully along
The sun still shines on our old Kentucky home