Do you think that it’s wise To be cursing the cloudy skies Don’t come to me with your cries When the sun’s shining in your eyes Just zip your coat to the cold And look again for that hand to hold I’m sure you must have been told There’s more than one way of growing old And there are so many people Who are caught in a bind So many people are captives of time So many changes are waiting in line [repeat 1st verse]