When The Saints Go Marching In
Ottilie Patterson & Chris Barber Lyrics

Let's look up as we walk, so that the tears don't spill
We must lift our heads and gaze towards the sky as we walk to avoid showing our sadness.

Remembering that spring day, that lonely night.
We recall past times of both joy and sorrow which still affect us deeply.

Let's look up as we walk, count the blurry stars
We need to stare at the twinkling stars above us and count them while trying to deal with our blurred vision caused by tears.

Remembering that summer day, that lonely night.
Our memories go back to past moments of happiness and sorrow which continue to affect us.

Happiness is above the clouds,
We believe that happiness exists beyond the clouds in the sky.

Happiness is above the skies.
Happiness exists within the vast expanse of the heavens.

Crying as we walk, that lonely night.
As we move forward we shed tears of sadness, feeling alone and isolated.

Remembering that autumn day, that lonely night.
Painful memories of joy and sadness resurface, affecting us deeply.

Sadness is in the shadow of the clouds,
We believe that sadness can be found in the shadows cast by the clouds.

Sadness is in the shadow of the moon.
Sadness can also be found in the shadows created by the moon's light.

Let's walk with our head held up so that the tears don't spill,
We must walk with our heads held high as we try to prevent our tears from falling.