  IV.Over yonder bloom the lilies and the roses and the life; What shall matter all the brambles and the underbrush of strife? Don't you bear the angel carols rising o'er the cries of wrong? Ope your heart and fill to bursting with the sunshine's blessed song! V.O, my brother, don't you worry! Up and down this world we go Where the summer brings the blossoms and the winter brings the snow; But it's spring the wide world over as through life we push along If the heart is full of music and we sing the sunshine song! |
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