You ask me why I'm happy
Why I always have a smile
The answer is that I'm not
But I have no right to be sad
I can only cry, and I mean really cry, in secret
If they new how much I morn my mother
How much I miss my sister
Then they would worry about me
So I'll be happy and put it out of my mind
For with happiness comes more happiness
And with sadness comes only more sadness
I will morn my mother when I walk through the gardens
I will miss my sister when I look upon the rolling hills
And late at night when I look at the moon and the stars
I'll think of him.
Why I always have a smile
The answer is that I'm not
But I have no right to be sad
I can only cry, and I mean really cry, in secret
If they new how much I morn my mother
How much I miss my sister
Then they would worry about me
So I'll be happy and put it out of my mind
For with happiness comes more happiness
And with sadness comes only more sadness
I will morn my mother when I walk through the gardens
I will miss my sister when I look upon the rolling hills
And late at night when I look at the moon and the stars
I'll think of him.
