Some Folks |
Stephen Foster, 1855
Some folks like to sigh, |: Some folks do; :| Some folks long to die, But that's not me nor you. Chorus: Long live the merry, merry heart That laughs by night and day, Like the Queen of Mirth, No matter what some folks say.
2. Some folks fear to smile, | 3. Some folks fret and scold, |: Some folks do; :| They'll soon be dead and cold, But that's not me nor you. Chorus:
4. Some folks get gray hairs,
5. Some folks toil and save, |