Don’t worry about tomorrow,
What can it do?
Tell it to shoo!
Can’t you see your life by it becomes hollow?

Remember God takes care of the sparrow;
Worry too much,
God’s grace you won’t touch,
Why not His holy name hallow?

Take each day as it comes and be mellow,
Enjoy the spring and the summer,
A simple piece of bread and butter,
With thanksgiving, let your life sing as a cello.