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It's A wonderful world we're in, my dear, / A wonderful world, they say, / And blest they be who may wander free / Wherever a wish may stray; / Who spread their sails to the arctic gales, / Or bask in the tropic's bowers, / While we must keep to the foot-path steep / In this workaday life of ours.
For smooth is the road for the few, my dear, / And wide are the ways they roam: / Our feet are led where the millions tread, / In the worn, old lanes of home. / And the years may flow for weal or woe, / And the frost may follow the flowers, / Our steps are bound to the self-same round / In this workaday life of ours.
But narrow our path may be, my dear, / And simple the scenes we view, / A heart like thine, and a love like mine, / Will carry us bravely through. / With a happy song we'll trudge along, / And smile in the shine or showers, / And we'll ease the pack on a brother's back / By this workaday life of ours.