Do Sing Me Something That's Happy

Don't sing me 'Slievenamon' or 'Molly Malone' or 'The Banks Of My Own Lovely Lee'
Or 'The Boys Of Wexford' or 'Galway Bay' or even 'The Rose Of Tralee'
I've often heard those songs sung in my young years and the past I do want to forget
They were and are well loved old ballads though tinged with nostalgia and regret
And I want to get over nostalgia and feeling sad for my lost prime
Trying to relive our better Seasons does seem a waste of precious time
And listening to old songs and ballads keeps dragging me back to the past
But we can only live in the present and the clock on our lives ticking fast
Don't sing me 'The Mountains Of Mourne' or the song known as 'Bold Thady Quill'
Of nostalgic old songs and ballads one might say that I've had my fill
I'm not unlike most other migrants when I've had a couple of beers
I think of the past gone forever and I often feel quite close to tears
But do sing me something that's happy and with you I will sing along
For I too am one who can enjoy the happiness in a joyful song.