Smile - O. Children

Auburn sky

The kids have left the city

Oh what a night

The crimson streets so pretty

Heads held high

So sweet.

Delight

Heads held high

Such sweet delights

Now dry your eyes

Make a smile and go outside

When there’s nothing else to do

Find the fun inside of you

'cos when it’s gone

You’ll become the lonely John

When there’s nothing else to do

Find the fun inside of you