Taken from
Bluebird of Happiness (Heyman & Parr-Davies)
The
poet with his pen
The peasant with his plow
It makes no difference who you are
It's all the same somehow.
The peasant with his plow
It makes no difference who you are
It's all the same somehow.
The
king upon his throne
The jester at his feet
The artist, the actress
The man on the street.
The jester at his feet
The artist, the actress
The man on the street.
It's
a life of smiles
And a life of tears
It's a life of hope
And a life of fears.
And a life of tears
It's a life of hope
And a life of fears.
A
blinding torrent of rain
And a brilliant burst of sun,
A biting, tearing pain
And bubbling, sparkling fun.
And a brilliant burst of sun,
A biting, tearing pain
And bubbling, sparkling fun.
And
no matter what you have
Don't envy those you meet,
It's all the same, it's in the game
The bitter and the sweet.
Don't envy those you meet,
It's all the same, it's in the game
The bitter and the sweet.
And
if things don't look so cheerful
Just show a little fight,
For every bit of darkness
There's a little bit of light.
Just show a little fight,
For every bit of darkness
There's a little bit of light.
For
every bit of hatred
There's a little bit of love.
For every cloudy morning
There's a midnight moon above.
There's a little bit of love.
For every cloudy morning
There's a midnight moon above.
Glenn
DeLodder
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