Just a breeze will muss your hair
But you smile away each little care
And if the rain should make you blue
Blue be your eyes, blonde your hair
You realize beyond a care
You′re so mystifyingly glad
And when the leaves begin to fall
Answering old winter's call
I feel my tears, they fall like rain
Weeping forth the sad refrain
Blue, dark and dim it may seem
You mark a grin, a moonbeam
Brightens your smile, pray tell me
How all the while you can be