I know why I need to worry
Pollution, violence and greed
I know why I should be angry
Injustice fills the air we breathe

Hey happy tell me your story
Hey happy give me your name
Why have you been sitting there all quiet and shy
Have I not been listening

There are buildings with rooms full of bookshelves
On the shelves are books full of war
I feel myself growing weary
I don’t want to study war no more

Hey happy tell me your story
Hey happy give me your name
I want to look you right in the eye
Talk to me, I’m listening

The honey is a jar of sunlight
I pour it into my tea
The hard things seem so big and complicated
Small and simple makes me happy

Hey happy tell me your story
Hey happy give me your name