There is a thought that comes to me today,
That I must be strong and believe that I shall make hay
Even if the sun refuses to come out
I am going to stay here till her majesty pleases
If it be the clouds then that will be what it will be
I must play a part today and play it well
There is somebody who needs me now
This soul of mine, for her, I must sell
As it gets colder lashed by the snow
To know that I am not alone going through this
Sets my mind to peace
She may not be with me today, maybe at a place far away
She hears me and that is enough for me to play
My songs that stream right through my heart
That I must be strong and believe that I shall make hay
Even if the sun refuses to come out
I am going to stay here till her majesty pleases
If it be the clouds then that will be what it will be
I must play a part today and play it well
There is somebody who needs me now
This soul of mine, for her, I must sell
As it gets colder lashed by the snow
To know that I am not alone going through this
Sets my mind to peace
She may not be with me today, maybe at a place far away
She hears me and that is enough for me to play
My songs that stream right through my heart
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