It's cloudy today--they're spread all around,
Pushin' the wide sky up from the ground.
Oh, it isn't dark or gloomy or gray.
The sun's up above in the usual way,
And the sky o'erhead is blue, but still
There's billowy clouds up over the hill.
They're touchin' the mountain tops, way over there,
Just floatin' and driftin' about everywhere.
They're paintin' soft pictures, so easy and well
Such magic they weave, such stories they tell.
I'm away from the city, so noisy and rowdy.
I'm dreamin' today, and I'm glad 'cause it's cloudy.
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