O happy days
O happy days, whom I adore,
O happy days, whom I love more than bars of cote d’or.
O happy days, whom memory keeps me alive,
O happy days, whom has forsaken me.
The days of happiness have now passed, like day passes into night.
And the days of tomorrow, will be filled with grief and sorrow.
But let today be a happy day, one that as a memory will ever stay.