Why should I have to worry?
Why should I live the blues?
Why should I have to suffer?
Nothing is wrong with you
Oh, nothing is wrong with you.
You'll see my face in sorrow
You'll turn around and go
You'll never say, "Tomorrow,
out of the rain and snow."
Oh, out of the rain and snow
I sing myself a lullaby
I sing myself to sleep
Because I know that by and by
I won't have to weep
No, I won't have to weep.