Lemon Pie

The world is full of gladness,

There are joys of many kinds,

There's a cure for every sadness,

That each troubled mortal finds.

And my little cares grow lighter

And I cease to fret and sigh,

And my eyes with joy grow brighter

When she makes a lemon pie.

When the bronze is on the filling

That's one mass of shining gold,

And its molten joy is spilling

On the plate, my heart grows bold

And the kids and I in chorus

Raise one glad exultant cry

And we cheer the treat before us

Which is mother's lemon pie.

Then the little troubles vanish,

And the sorrows disappear,

Then we find the grit to banish

All the cares that hovered near,

And we smack our lips in pleasure

O'er a joy no coin can buy,

And we down the golden treasure

Which is known as lemon pie.