Whenever I'm depressed and gloomy
I'll sit down under a big yellow tree
And there, golden birds will sing to me
They'll make me forget life's melancholy.
Whenever I want to shout and cry
I'll climb a mountain very high
And I'll stay there from morn till night
I'll try to be calm with all my might.
When there's a thing that's bothering me
I'll enter a colorful cave then I'll be free
Free from life's sorrows and miseries
In a cave really full of mysteries.
Nothing is impossible in my lovely world
It was really blessed by our dear Lord
Sadness has no space in me
When I'm in my world of fantasy.
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