Everything is but Toys
The world is full of joys
The World is full of joys.
But when you’re not here,
Or you’re insincere,
Everything is but toys.
The flowers they are in bloom.
The flowers they are in bloom.
But without you,
They are without hue.
What I have is gloom.
Life’s a lovely dream.
A beautiful, lovely dream.
But when you leave me,
Or don’t believe me,
It loses gloss and gleam.
The world is full of joys
The World is full of joys.
But when you’re not here,
Or you’re insincere,
Everything is but toys.
Ron