To-Day

Sure, this world is full of trouble-- I ain’t said it ain’t. Lord! I’ve had enough, an’ double, Reason fer complaint. Rain an’ storm have come to fret me, Skies were often gray; Thorns an’ brambles have beset me On the road--but, say, Ain’t it fine to-day!

What’s the use of always weepin’, Makin’ trouble last? What’s the use of always keepin’ Thinkin’ of the past? Each must have his tribulation, Water with his wine. Life it ain’t no celebration. Trouble? I’ve had mine-- But to-day is fine.

It’s to-day thet I am livin’, Not a month ago, Havin’, losin’, takin’, givin’, As time wills it so. Yesterday a cloud of sorrow Fell across the way; It may rain again to-morrow, It may rain--but, say, Ain’t it fine to-day!