When the sky is a bright camellia,
I forget every cloud I've ever seen.
So they call me a cock -eyed optimist,
Immature and incurable gleam.
I have heard people rave and rant
and bellow that we're done
and we might as well be dead
But I'm only a cockeyed optim
and I can't get it into my head
an d hasn't very far to go
and tellin' me it just ain't so
I'd say life is just a bowl of jello
and appear more intelligent and smart
But I'm stuck like a dope
and I can 't get it out of my heart
dreamed and enjoyed the view,
I think I know what it's like
I would love be ing loved
When I take you out tonight with me, honey,
here's the way it's gonna be, you'll sit behind
And a team of snow white horses
In the slickest gig you ever seen
When I take you out in the survey
When I take you out in the sunny
The dash board's genuine leather
With ice and glass cur tains
In case there's a change in the weather
Ain't no fine rig I'm a -thinkin'
If you think you never care
with the fringe on the top
I can see the stars getting blurry
when I drive you home in the Surrey
Driving slowly home in the sorrow
I can feel the day getting older
Nightingale drooping close
The sun is swimming on the rim of a hill
The moon is taking a head -dive
all the earth will be still
A lark will wake up in the meadow
Don't you hurry with a sorry