I.
It's no matter what your sorrows, they will vanish sure and soon
If you'll only use your whistle on the sunshine's golden tune;
And no matter what the weather nor how the troubles throng,
If you practice on the music of the sunshine's happy song.
II.
What's the use to pout and pester when the joy-bells cease to chime?
Sweet the daisies fill the meadow and they blossom all the time!
Keep your heart heaped up with gladness and a faith that's full and strong.
And through all the ways of winter sing the blessed sunshine song!
III.
If the mountain path is steeper than your easy fancies thought,
Keep on climbing for the summits and the glories that you sought;
And if winter comes and pelts you with the snows that crowd along,
Lift your heart and feet together to the sunshine's golden song.
IV.
Over yonder bloom the lilies and the roses and the life;
What shall matter all the brambles and the underbrush of strife?
Don't you bear the angel carols rising o'er the cries of wrong?
Ope your heart and fill to bursting with the sunshine's blessed song!