Once more, the sun rises, wearing a jovial grin, Whispering in hues of gold, "Happy days are here again." The sky a canvas of joy, painted with delight, Each dawn a promise, vanquishing the night. Laughter echoes through the corridors of time, Each note a symphony, each giggle a chime. Tears of sorrow now pearls of past pain, For happy days, yes, they are here again. Bask in the warmth of joy's gentle tide, Feel its rhythm in your stride. Through the lens of hope, look and then, See, oh see, happy days are here again. Rejoice in the dance of the daisies in the glen, In the song of the lark, in the sunlit wren. In the heart's music, find your refrain, Sing it loud, happy days are here again.