Just a breeze will muss your hair When you smile away each little care
And if the rain should make you blue You say tomorrow is a new
Blue be your eyes, blonde your hair You realize beyond a care
Life's in a hurry but you've got no worry You're so mystifyingly glad
I'm Mr. Dyingly Sad
And when the leaves begin to fall Answering your lintel's call
I feel my tears, they fall like rain Weeping forth a sad refrain
Blue, dark and ***, let me see You, Martha Grimm, the moonbeam
Brightens your smile, pray to me

How all the while you can be so mystifyingly glad
I'm Mr. Dyingly Sad
You say, take my hand and walk with me
Wait this long
I'll land and stop the sea
Show me love
Oh Lord, I'm yours
And the tide rolls up to shore
I whisper, oh I love you more
Oh Lord, I love you more
Than even you could know
Adore me too so I could show
I'm so mystifyingly glad
Not Mr. Dyingly Sad
Not Mr. Dyingly Sad
Not Mr. Dyingly Sad