A dreary day upon the hills
Of clouds and drip and driz
A spitting like a soda pop
Except without the fizz
A dreary day upon the hills
With nothing much to do
But watch the running commoners
And strange paths they pursue
A dreary day upon the hills
But library remains
A place to stray for cozy times
Not wander down the lanes
A dreary day upon the hills
But that will not deter
Such cheer as can be made from it
Such joy that can still stir
A dreary day upon the hills
But though the sky is wan
Another day will bring the sun
And too another dawn