Ain't It Fine Today by Douglas Malloch
Sure, this world is full of
trouble
I ain't said it ain't.
Lord, I've had enough and double
Reason for complaint;
Rain and storm have come to fret me,
Skies are often gray;
Thorns and brambles have beset me
On the road but say,
Ain't it fine today?
What's the use of always weeping,
Making trouble last?
What's the use of always keeping
Thinking' of the past?
Each must have his tribulation
Water with his wine;
Life, it ain't no celebration,
I ain't said it ain't.
Lord, I've had enough and double
Reason for complaint;
Rain and storm have come to fret me,
Skies are often gray;
Thorns and brambles have beset me
On the road but say,
Ain't it fine today?
What's the use of always weeping,
Making trouble last?
What's the use of always keeping
Thinking' of the past?
Each must have his tribulation
Water with his wine;
Life, it ain't no celebration,
Trouble? I've had mine
But today is fine!
It's today that I am living',
Not a month ago.
Having'; losing'; taking'; giving';
As time wills it so.
Yesterday a cloud of sorrow
Fell across the way;
It may rain again tomorrow,
It may rain but say,
Ain't it fine today?
But today is fine!
It's today that I am living',
Not a month ago.
Having'; losing'; taking'; giving';
As time wills it so.
Yesterday a cloud of sorrow
Fell across the way;
It may rain again tomorrow,
It may rain but say,
Ain't it fine today?
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