  Though the skies are gray and gloomy And the shadows hang about, Yet the world is bright and bloomy When the sunny side is out. There is still an angel chorus That shall put the griefs to rout, And the sorrows flee before us When the sunny side is out. Then ring the bells of glory And swing them with a shout! This life's a laughing story When the sunny side is out! And fill the lips with laughter! Let ancient worries pout! With joys before and after And the sunny side still out! |
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