Sunshine

C. Jacobs-Bond

Ever try to crack a smile

When ye'r feelin' glum?

Er when ye'r all out o' sorts

Jes' to whistle some?

Ef y' do, fust thing y' know,

Y' won't feel so glum,

Things'll kinder jes' clear up

An' the sunshine come.

Ever try to look content

When ye'r sky is black?

Ever try to look for flow'rs

Growin' long yer track?

Ef y' do, fust thing y' know,

Sky'll jes' git blue,

An ye'll see jes' lots o' flow'rs

Smilin' up at you.