  Oh, no matter what the weeping, Or what awful ills betide! Let us walk the ways of gladness On the happy, sunny side! When the sorrows come and settle With their tears and cares and pride, Don't believe their tales of sadness, For there's still a sunny side! What's the use to go to weeping When the shadows wander wide? For the sun is shining somewhere And there's yet a sunny side! It's no diff'rence what the weather, What the flow of wind or tide; There's the holy joy of living And God keeps a sunny side! |
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