Are you happy?

The wind whips high and the thunder gets grip.
There's a darkness on the ocean that's resounding in the mist.
The lilies turn brown on Aventine Hill
And the words get lost from the window sill.

Are you Happy at least half the time?

All the lightening sights that never get seen,
You couldn't hear the opus for the distance in-between.
The witches scream when the smoke gets thick,
the cellar door's a' creaking and you never made the list.

Are you Happy at least half the time?

The World laughs with you but you weep alone
And we're all passing through here just like a rolling stone
The World laughs with you but you weep alone

Are you Happy at least half the time?