| Castles were crumbling and daydreams were tumbling
|
| December was battling with June
|
| But on this bright afternoon
|
| Guess I’ll be changing my tune
|
| Kept on despairing beyond any caring
|
| If I jumped out of a balloon
|
| But I’m arranging from now
|
| To be changing my tune
|
| At last the stars are bright and shiny
|
| It’s a human world once more
|
| Yesterday’s troubles are tiny
|
| What was I worried for?
|
| Wanted a permit to make me a hermit
|
| To grumble and glare at the moon
|
| But I’m arranging from now
|
| To be changing my tune
|
| At last the stars are bright and shiny
|
| It’s a human world once more
|
| Yesterday’s troubles are tiny
|
| What was I worried for?
|
| No more resentment, I’m full of contentment
|
| Afloat on a dreamy lagoon
|
| And I’m arranging from now
|
| To be changing my tune |