I don't wanna see you cry
To make people happy, I strive
Cause I know
What it feels like
To have sadness
In your life


Oh wont you smi-a-i-a-ile
The storm will last a while
But the sun
will shine
through the clouds
Oh won't you smi-a-i-a-ile
Smile


I don't wanna see you hurt
Cause I know what its like
To feel like dirt
But you are a beautiful
Wonderful
An awesome child of God
Take my hand
And we can find
Refuge in his word
I assure
You
You
YOU

YOU'LL SMI-A-I-A-ILE
The storm will last
A little while
But the sun
Will Shine
Thru the clouds
Come on and smi-a-i-a-ile
Please just smile

The thunder booms and the lightning strikes
Tears fall like rain
from your eyes
Just have faith
And believe
And all your burden will be relieved
Oh, won't you trust me?

Finally
You smi-a-i-a-ile
You were stuck in a storm
For a while
But the sun shined
Through the clouds
And now
The world
Smi-a-iles
Come on
And smi-a-i-ile
We've been thru
The storm
Sometime
We found
Happiness
In the sunshine
Now its time
Now it time
To smile

nobody loses all the time

i had an uncle named
Sol who was a born failure and
nearly everybody said he should have gone
into vaudeville perhaps because my Uncle Sol could
sing McCann He Was A Diver on Xmas Eve like Hell Itself which
may or may not account for the fact that my Uncle

Sol indulged in that possibly most inexcusable
of all to use a highfalootin phrase
luxuries that is or to
wit farming and be
it needlessly
added

my Uncle Sol’s farm
failed because the chickens
ate the vegetables so
my Uncle Sol had a
chicken farm till the
skunks ate the chickens when

my Uncle Sol
had a skunk farm but
the skunks caught cold and
died and so
my Uncle Sol imitated the
skunks in a subtle manner

or by drowning himself in the watertank
but somebody who’d given my Uncle Sol a Victor
Victrola and records while he lived presented to
him upon the auspicious occasion of his decease a
scruptious not to mention splendiferous funeral with
tall boys in black gloves and flowers and everything and
i remember we all cried like the Missouri
when my Uncle Sol’s coffin lurched because
somebody pressed a button
(and down went
my Uncle
Sol

and started a worm farm)