歌詞

The pencil found my hand again

But not to work this time

In the margin of my list

A little house appears

A curl of smoke, a crooked sun

A cat with honest ears

The to-dos lean in politely

To see what I have drawn

A cheerful heart is medicine

The old proverb is right

Some lines are meant for getting done

And some are for delight

I give the house a garden

The cat, a fish to dream

My list looks softer wearing them

Less like a march, more like a stream

A cheerful heart is medicine

The old proverb is right

Some lines are meant for getting done

And some are for delight

Mmm... mmm... mmm

A cheerful heart is medicine

The old proverb is right

Some lines are meant for getting done

And some are for delight

The pencil takes a little bow

The cat approves of us