Sunshine beaming on my lidsstreaming through my blindsdreaming of a time in our mindswhen we could see clearlywhen we could hear yearlythe auld-lang-syne of happy timesresolutions new solutions to oldproblems of race, religion, creedproblems we face, admonition, greedwhen we could feel dearlythe cal-a-mine lotion soothing the poison ivy of hate to make a happy, though persecuted, person smile