I Could Make a Million
by Ellsworth C. Buck
If I could bottle the sunshine,
On a cold and rainy day;
I could make a million,
If I could chase the clouds away.
If I could bottle up happiness,
To give a person that was sad;
I could make a million,
And that would make me glad.
If I could bottle up kindness,
For a person who had hate;
I could make a million,
And wouldn't that be great.
But this is all left up to God,
Who knows our trials and stress;
So, as we live in this world,
I'll have to settle for less. |