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DON’T BE SORROWFUL, DARLING.

geth-er, my dear, There is n’t more cloud than sun! . .

com-ing, my dear, For the si - lent night and the snow!. .

life, good wife, Is the gate that leads to Him. . .


Chorus.


Then, don't be sor - row-ful, dar- ling, . . Don't be


sor - row - ful, pray; . . . For, tak - ing the year to -


geth-er, my dear. There is n’t more night than day. . .