What Is Happy? - The Cowsills

Everybody’s talking about

The things I have to live without

What is happy, baby?

They really don’t know how to live

They’ve all forgotten how to give

What is happy, baby?

To me it’s walking to the park

When I’m alone with you

To be in love and in a dream

A magic scene for two

Barrel hung up in the sky

They’re copping off without a try

What is happy, baby?

The microscope is made blind

They say contentment’s hard to find

What is happy, baby?

To me it’s looking at the leaves

As they fall to ground

And see the million little things

Just waiting to be found

What is happy, baby?

To me it’s looking at the leaves

As they fall to ground

And see the million little things

Just waiting to be found

Everybody’s talking about

The things we have to live without

What is happy, baby?

They really don’t know how to live

They’ve all forgotten how to give

What is happy, baby?

To me it’s walking to the park

When I’m alone with you

To be in love and in a dream

A magic scene for two

What is happy, baby?

What is happy, baby?

What is happy, baby?

What is happy, baby?

What is happy, baby?