There is a moment
Just before morning,
That everthing seems alright.
But then the sun comes up,
And all your troubles meet the light.
Your troubles meet the light.
Springtime means nothing,
When you have no one to love,
And you feel nobody cares.
All your troubles just get bigger.
Your troubles get bigger.
You can hear the children laughing,
Playing their mighty games,
But you know they will have to grow up someday.
And troubles will come to their minds.
Troubles will come to their minds.
The world moves so fast,
People always rushing around.
No time for a little fun,
Just worrying about their troubles.
Worrying about their troubles.
A little love goes a long way,
If you just take the time to care.
That is the secret to life,
If you heed this advise.
Then you won't have troubles on your mind.
No troubles on your mind.
by Jann Newland
(originally written - 1978)
copyright - 1999
