It's a mighty good world, so it is, dear lass,
 When even the worst is said.
There's a smile and a tear, a sigh and a cheer,
 But better be living than dead;
A joy and a pain, a loss and a gain;
 There's honey and may be some gall:
Yet still I declare, foul weather or fair,
 It's a mighty good world after all.

For look, lass! at night when I break from the fight,
 My Kingdom's awaiting for me;
There's comfort and rest, and the warmth of your breast,
 And little ones climbing my knee.
There's fire-light and song -- Oh, the world may be wrong!
 Its empires may topple and fall:
My home is my care -- if gladness be there,
 It's a mighty good world after all.

O heart of pure gold! I have made you a fold,
 It's sheltered, sun-fondled and warm.
O little ones, rest! I have fashioned a nest;
 Sleep on! you are safe from the storm.
For there's no foe like fear, and there's no friend like cheer,
 And sunshine will flash at our call;
So crown Love as King, and let us all sing --
 "It's a mighty good world after all."