O. Children
Smile
Auburn sky
The kids have left the city
Oh what a night
The crimson streets so pretty
Heads held high
So sweet. Delight
Heads held high
Such sweet delights

Now dry your eyes
Make a smile and go outside
When there's nothing else to do
Find the fun inside of you
'cos when it's gone
You'll become the lonely John
When there's nothing else to do
Find the fun inside of you