To each day he rises a bit sleepy eyed but he rises,
Clouded may the sky be of darkness or sunshine.
He walks the land taking in the air blessed upon,
What is seen by this man is love and life, it’s seen.
He knows the magical art of making one laugh,
Now the laughter lost by he has been re-discovered.
Treasures of happiness are all around, easily noticed,
No more blindness of an eclipse to the sight, lucky man.
Nothing needed, everything’s at his feet, the grasp of his hand,
How he did not see does not matter, lucky man, what a lucky man.