Mr. Dieingly Sad

THE CRITTERS

(Don Ciccone)





Just a breeze will muss your hair

But you smile away each little care

And if the rain should make you blue

You say tomorrow is anew

Blue be your eyes, blonde your hair

You realize beyond a care

Life's in a hurry, but

You've got no worry, you're

So mystifyingly glad

I'm Mr. Dieingly Sad



And when the leaves begin to fall

Answering old winter's call

I feel my tears, they fall like rain

Weeping forth the sad refrain

Blue, dark, and dim it may seem

You mark a grin, a moonbeam

Brightens your smile, pray tell me

How all the while you can be

So mystifyingly glad

I'm Mr. Dieingly Sad



You say "take my hand and walk with me

Wake this land and stop the sea

Show me love, unlock

All doors

I'm yours"



Then the tide rolls up to shore

I whisper low, "I love you more

More than even you could know"

Adore me do so I could show



I'm so mystifyingly glad

Not Mr. Dieingly Sad



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