Summer's coming Winter's gone, the birds are singing in the trees.
The sun shining bright, the leaves in sight.
The humming of the bees.
The moon shines bright on the old home tonight.
The wind blows soft and low.
Pretty flowers so gay will someday fade away, when the bluegrass is covered in snow.
In the heart of Kentucky where the bluegrass grows, where flowers are blooming and clear waters flow, the flowers fade in winter for a few months or so, when the bluegrass is covered with snow