Every day would be the first day of spring, 
Every heart would have a new song to sing, 
And we'd sing of the joy every morning would bring. 

If [bad word] the world, 
Every man would be as free as a bird, 
Every voice would be a voice to be heard, 
Take my word we would treasure each day that occurred. 

My world would be a beautiful place, 
Where we would weave such wonderful dreams. 
My world would wear a smile on its face, 
Like the man in the moon has when the moon beams. 

If [bad word] the world, 
Every man would say the world was his friend, 
There'd be happiness that no man coud end, 
No my friend, not if [bad word] the world. 

Every head would be held up high, 
There'd be sunshine in everyone's sky, 
If the day ever dawned when [bad word] the world