SOMEBODY'S heart is gay, And somebody's heart is sad; For lights shine out across the way, And a door with crape is clad. Sadness and gladness alike Are dwelling side by side. Perhaps the death of an early one, And the crowning of a bride. Bright eyes are filled with mirth, Pale faces bend in prayer, And hearts beside the household hearth Are crushed by stout despair; Ah, sorrow and hope and joy Are parted by thinnest walls; But on the hearts of the thoughtless ones No shadow of sorrow falls! No thoughts of the funeral train Come to the festive throng; No hopes that the past will come again To the anguished hearts belong; The future's a sunny sea to the lovers of joy and mirth; But the past alone to those who weep For the sundered ties of earth. Somebody's heart is gay, And somebody's heart is sad; For the lights are bright across the way, And a door with crape is clad. Sadness and gladness alike Confront us on every side; A wealth of smiles and a flood of tears, With hope and sorrow allied! |