JOHNNY

Johnny, run to the window;
Daddy’s coming through the meadow:
What’s that he’s holding in his hand?
Johnny, looks like a present
For you; Daddy’s bringing home a
Present for his little man.
Johnny, Johnny, run and meet him.
Run laughing to your father; greet him,
Show him you’re happy that he’s home.
Give him your little baby kisses,
So he may know that this is
His darling son, his very own.
Bridge:
Johnny, look into the sack,
Get ready for your thrill.
What has Daddy brought you back?
“It’s a little bird, lying still.”
Johnny, don’t be a’crying:
Little birds can’t fly from dying;
Loveliness is powerless to save.
You will learn as you grow older,
Days are shorter — nights are colder,
The web of Time entangles and enslaves.
Bridge: Johnny, listen carefully:
Our debts must all be paid.
Beauty would not beauty be,
If it did not fade.
Johnny, don’t be a’mourning;
Let the bluebird be your warning:
Enjoy the world, enjoy it while you may.
Each moment that your heart is beating,
Time is passing — time is fleeting,
So live your life, Johnny, live it every day.
Oh, live your life, Johnny, live it every day.