Happiness is in the clouds on a Sunday afternoon
Full and soft like a wild mushroom
Bringing a smile to whom they are around
From the heavens above to those on the ground
For the angels they're nice and soft
To rest upon in our earth's loft
Watching over dreams and memories
To fill them with joyful times and happenings
Sit back and look at the shapes that appear
From far away lands to frolicking deer
Through the sky like the dragonfly
They dance and soar and fly