Yes,
I know the sun is shining
Far
behind the clouds so grey,
But
I cannot see a corner
To
let out a single ray.
How
can you expect contentment
From
us mortals here below,
If
we’re living in the shadows
When
we need the sunlight so?
If
you had a dearly loved one
Living
far across the main,
And
your heart was always aching
Just
to see them once again.
Would
it ease the weary longing
Would
your heart be satisfied;
If
between you and your dearest,
Rolled
a never ending tide.
Or
if you of thirst were dying
Out
upon a desert drear,
And
you thought you heard the music
Of
a brooklet singing near.
Would
it ease the dreadful longing
Would
it help your thirst allay,
If
the brook so sweetly singing
Were
a thousand miles away.
Yes,
a pessimist you’ll call me,
And
I don’t deny you’re right,
But
I cannot bask in sunshine
When
it’s hidden out of sight
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