Naturally,
I contemplate certain things when I'm alone
But most of those always seem
to go untold
Necessarily I keep to myself those
things that cloud my sunny mood
Cloud my sunny mood
Mmmmm
I could tell you that a girl is gone but
you've heard that one before
Or tell you that my money's out
and there just ain't no more
But those are things that come and go,
I can sweep them out the door
Not those that cloud my sunny mood
Cloud my sunny mood
But what does it, what does it,
what does it, what does it matter?
The weepin' willow tree ain't got nothin' on me,
you see
Naturally the question is
arising in your mind
What keeps this sunny mood so
cloudy all the time?
Unfortunately words don't
even begin to describe
The things that cloud my sunny mood
Cloud my sunny mood
But when does it, when does it,
when does it
The weeping willow tree is weeping for me,
that poor tree.
I must apologize for not being all that clear,
But maybe these are thoughts that really no
one should hear,
And maybe they'll just drift away and I'd
be so near those things that cloud my sunny moon,
cloud my sunny moon.
Mm, mm, mm, mm.
Ooh, ee, doo, doo, ee, doo, ee, doo,
doo, doo, doo, ee, doo, doo.
you