• Noon sun brings a close
    To joyous day
    And early moon
    Commences a sad night
    All grows eerily quiet at
    The end of day
    In the black of the
    Mournful night
    Cries a sad tune does the
    Lark
    That joyous day give
    Way to sad night
    Although not long live
    The dark
    Conceal it does a plight
    A joyous day may not
    Exist without
    The grieving night
    And the horrible dark
    May not go on
    Without the bright light
    By and by each bright
    Joyous day
    Brings forth another dark
    Sad night
    Therefore nothing can
    Ever be happy
    If nothing can ever be
    Sad