Just a breeze will muss your hair When you smile away each little careAnd if the rain should make you blue You say tomorrow is a newBlue be your eyes, blonde your hair You realize beyond a careLife's in a hurry but you've got no worry You're so mystifyingly gladI'm Mr. Dyingly SadAnd when the leaves begin to fall Answering your lintel's callI feel my tears, they fall like rain Weeping forth a sad refrainBlue, dark and ***, let me see You, Martha Grimm, the moonbeamBrightens your smile, pray to meHow all the while you can be so mystifyingly gladI'm Mr. Dyingly SadYou say, take my hand and walk with meWait this longI'll land and stop the seaShow me loveOh Lord, I'm yoursAnd the tide rolls up to shoreI whisper, oh I love you moreOh Lord, I love you moreThan even you could knowAdore me too so I could showI'm so mystifyingly gladNot Mr. Dyingly SadNot Mr. Dyingly SadNot Mr. Dyingly Sad