When there are gray skies
I don’t mind those gray skies.
You make them blue, sonny boy.
Friends may forsake me.
Let them all forsake me.
I’ll still have you, sonny boy.
You’re sent from heaven
And I know your worth.
You’ve made a heaven for me
Right here on earth.
God bless you!
When I’m old and gray dear
Promise you won’t stray dear.
I need you so, sonny boy!