Finishing 'The Long Winter'

This life is a difficult riddle,
For how many people we see
With faces as long as a fiddle
That ought to be shining with glee.

I am sure in this world there are plenty
Of good things enough for us all,
And yet there's not one out of twenty
But thinks that his share is too small.

Then what is the use of repining,
For where there's a will, there's a way,
And tomorrow the sun may be shining,
Although it is cloudy today.

Do you think that by sitting and sighing
You'll ever obtain all you want?

It's cowards alone that are crying
And foolishly saying, 'I can't!'

It is only by plodding and striving
And laboring up the steep hill


Of life, that you'll ever be thriving
Which you'll do if you've only the will.

Then what is the use of repining,
For where there's a will, there's a way,
And tomorrow the sun may be shining,
Although it is cloudy today.


Singing along with Pa Ingalls' fiddle waiting for a Chinook wind to blow in today... some 130 years later.