'Tis Great To Be Alive

Though for all of us there is a last night and day 'Tis great to be alive is all I can say I cannot understand those who wish to be dead They cannot be as some do say right in the head In the wooded park nearby birds whistle and sing And the fruit trees are in their pink blooms of the Spring The sun it is shining on a beautiful day How great to be living is all I can say On this September morning of twenty degrees The warmth of Spring is in the freshening breeze The flute of the magpie melodious and clear How great to be alive at this time of the year The sun shining bright in a clear blue sky And the nesting birds singing in the wood nearby.