Come raise your glasses high in the air
And sing goodbye to care,
For music takes uss all to a land where
Life is bright and fair.

A land of sun,
A land of fun
A land of cheer
With naught to fear

A land where good
Is understood
With gladness ev'rywhere

So come with me
The fare is free
Where music plays we long to be.

[R]

All the world is swaying
To the tune that happy little lovers always sing
So keep the music playing
In the golden Spring.

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