Introd.: When the sky      Is a bright canary yellow                I forget   Every cloud I’ve ever seen                 So they call me a cockeyed         optimist Immature and incurably green I have heard People rant       And rave and bellow that we’re done                 and we might     As well be dead but I’m only                   A cockeyed optimist And I can’t get     it into my head I hear the human race is fallin’ on it face And hasn’t        Very far to go but ev’ry whippoorwill                is sellin’ me a bill And tellin’ me it just ain’t so                I could say life is just a bowl       of Jello And appear more intelligent and smart But I’m stuck         Like a dope with a thing called hope                 and I can’t     No I won’t get it out of my heart                    Not this heart