It’s Fine Today’
Douglas Malloch
Sure, this world is full of trouble
   I ain’t said it ain’t.
Lord, I’ve had enough and double
   Reason for complaint;
Rain and storm have come to fret me,
   Skies are often gray;
Thorns and brambles have beset me
   On the road — but say,
   Ain’t it fine today?
What’s the use of always weepin’,
   Making trouble last?
What’s the use of always keepin’
   Thinkin’ of the past?
Each must have his tribulation —
   Water with his wine;
Life, it ain’t no celebration,
   Trouble? — I’ve had mine —
   But today is fine!
It’s today that I am livin’,
   Not a month ago.
Havin’; losin’; takin’; givin’;
   As time wills it so.
Yesterday a cloud of sorrow
   Fell across the way,
It may rain again tomorrow,
   It may rain — but say,
   Ain’t it fine today?