The Sun May Shine To-Morrow, Jack.
Copyright, 1895, by Arthur E. Mills.
Words And Music by Arthur E. Mills.
Inside a cozy farm-house, where the fire was burning bright,
A farmer with his children played with innocent delight.
The rain outside was failing fast, the thunder loud did roar,
When suddenly they heard a gentle rapping at the door;
A traveler weak and weary asked to shelter for the night.
The farmer bade him welcome to his home so warm and bright.
What, Jack! my dear old schoolmate, who was once so free and gay?
he saw a tear fall from his eye, so cheerfully did say;
The sun may shine to-morrow, Jack, the clouds may roll away;
The sun may shine to-morrow, Jack, and all look bright and gay;
Bring up a chair to the table, I have enough and to spare;
Remember while I have a crust, my lad, you're welcome to have a share.
Poor Jack he raised his drooping head, a sad tale he did tell:
You knew my sweetheart when at school, the girl I loved so well;
Our wedding bells were ringing, and the world to me seemed gay;
They find me that my love had died upon our wedding day;
I've wandered this world over with a sad and broken heart;
I lost my life's sweet sunshine when from her I had to part.
The children gathered 'round poor Jack, and wiped his tears away;
The farmer took him by the hand and once again did say:-Chorus.