WHEN MY BABY SMILES
(Irving Berlin,   1919)


I don't care if the weather's fair or if skies are gray, 
I don't frown when the rain comes down on a rainy day;
It may storm and thunder for the longest while 
Still I'll say it's a lovely day, 
When I see my baby smile.

I don't brood when the price of food goes away up high,
Didn't mind when I woke to find, that the town went dry; 
Let the skies be cloudy for the longest while 
Blue or gray, every things O.K. 
When I see my baby smile.

When my baby smiles at me 
Oh what a beautiful day 
All my troubles go hurrying by 
Just like bubbles they fly to the sky, 
And I never ask the weather man 
Whether it's fair or warmer 
Rain or shine the weather's fine when my baby smiles.