A Cock-Eyed Optimist

A Cock-Eyed Optimist - Lena Horne

When the sky is a bright canary yellow

I forget ev'ry cloud I've ever seen

So they called me a cockeyed optimist

I'm mature 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 its face

And hasn't very far to go

But ev'ry whippoor will

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 get it out of my heart

No Not this heart

I hear the human race

Is fallin' on its face

And hasn't very far to go

But ev'ry whippoor will

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 get it out of my heart

No Not this heart