Lyrics Joy of Nothing - Foy Vance, Bob Harris

Joy of Nothing

Waking up with the pouring rain
Same old sun in the sky again
Collared doves and fighter planes
Sharing the sky like it’s nothing strange
Foliage silhouette on an evening sky
A morning greeting, a baby’s cry
The singing of late night lullabies
Oh, he joy of nothing
Is a sweeter something
And I will hold it in my heart
I will hold it in my heart
Ulysses and eulogies
Gainsbourg, Ginsberg, Socrates
All mean naught and everything
Oh, the joy of nothing
Is a sweeter something
And I will hold it in my heart
I will hold it in my heart
Oh, the joy of nothing
Is a sweeter something
And I will hold it in my heart
Yes, I will hold it in my heart
Oh, the joy of nothing
Is a sweeter something
I will hold it in my heart
I will hold it in my heart