Upon the winding road to old Kentucky,
When autumn paints the hills in hues so fine,
A homeward journey stirs the heart in me,
As golden leaves and memories entwine.
The maples wear their fiery crowns with pride,
The oaks stand strong in robes of russet brown,
A symphony of nature’s grace provides
A welcome as I tread this sacred ground.
The scent of wood smoke dances through the air,
A comforting embrace from days of yore,
Familiar faces, stories we declare,
In this dear land, my soul finds evermore.
Oh, Kentucky in the fall’s embrace,
Returning here, I find my cherished place.