Come on children and gather round
I got a lot to tell
Because the clouds are grumbling
Don't think the world is crumbling
No need worry, and lose that frown
You'll soon be feeling well
A little home philosophy
Will help you shake that spell
Change all of your grey skies
Turn them into gay skies
And keep sweeping the cobwebs off the moon
The silvery moon!
What good is your pining
Find your silver lining
And keep sweeping the cobwebs off the moon
You'll make the clouds hurry away
Humming a lovely love song
Some, some lucky day somebody may come along
So, shake all of your sorrow
Take care of tomorrow
And keep sweeping the cobwebs off the moon.
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So, shake all of your sorrow
Take care of tomorrow
And keep sweeping the cobwebs off the moon.
