Some Folks - Robert Shaw

Some folks like to sigh

Some folks do, some folks do

Some folks long to die

But that’s not me nor you

Long live the merry, merry heart

That laughs by night and day

Like the Queen of Mirth

No matter what some folks say

Some folks fear to smile

Some folks do, some folks do

Others laugh through guile

But that’s not me nor you

Long live the merry, merry heart

That laughs by night and day

Like the Queen of Mirth

No matter what some folks say

Some folks fret and scold

Some folks do, some folks do

They’ll soon be dead and cold

But that’s not me nor you

Long live the merry, merry heart

That laughs by night and day

Like the Queen of Mirth

No matter what some folks say

Some folks get grey hairs

Some folks do, some folks do

Brooding o’er their cares

But that’s not me nor you

Long live the merry, merry heart

That laughs by night and day

Like the Queen of Mirth

No matter what some folks say

Some folks toil and save

Some folks do, some folks do

To buy themselves a grave

But that’s not me nor you

Long live the merry, merry heart

That laughs by night and day

Like the Queen of Mirth

No matter what some folks say