WHEN I SING

When I sing the cares of the day are far away
My heart seems as light as the song
I hear from some happy nightingale
When I sing my world is a place that's bright and [bad word] Rain turns to sunshine December to May
Life is divine when I sing 
My grey days are [bad word] days
When I tra-la-la for awhile
There's laughter in music
And each little note is a smile
The music is part of the joy in my heart