Happiness is a blue skyed day in June A Sinatra swinging croon And for me it can't come too soon Happiness There's a bird up there in sight Is she making for her starry Van Gogh night Or like me is she all out of flight Happiness I've known it before Maybe it'll come once more And my breath I'm not planning to hold You tell me I'm hot But I'm feeling cold Lift me out into the sun I've a good days work to be done Just a voice and a melody and I'm not talking ecstasy Happiness is a rested heavy head Gardens filled with scented flowerbeds And one's I'd love to tread Happiness I watch the bees and bu*terflies Look up at trees through tired eyes And I become refreshed With all money can't buy Happiness