On the very first day of the year
When your hopes are as high as a kite
It's a fine pour-the-wine atmosphere
And your spirits are happy and merry and bright
In that very first week of the year
Think of all you've got waiting in store
As the days and the weeks disappear
There'll be wonderful times galore
The year's full of jolly days, national holidays
Think of the Easter Parade
As springtime goes sailing, the summer's regaling
Our ears with its own serenade
Then the leaves on the trees turn to brown
And the prospect of winter is clear
But don't let that snow get you down
For soon you will know why you felt such a glow
On that very first day of the year
In icy December, the world will remember
To celebrate Christmas in style
To decorate festively, eat indigestively
Everyone wearing a smile
There's no fortune teller can say
If your troubles will all disappear
When you feel pessimistically grey
Spare a thought for the way that you felt on that day
On the very first day of the year
What a year
