Joy of Nothing - Foy Vance, Bob Harris

Waking up with the pouring rain

Same old sun in the sky again

Collared doves and fighter planes

Sharing the sky like it’s nothing strange

Foliage silhouette on an evening sky

A morning greeting, a baby’s cry

The singing of late night lullabies

Oh, he joy of nothing

Is a sweeter something

And I will hold it in my heart

I will hold it in my heart

Ulysses and eulogies

Gainsbourg, Ginsberg, Socrates

All mean naught and everything

Oh, the joy of nothing

Is a sweeter something

And I will hold it in my heart

I will hold it in my heart

Oh, the joy of nothing

Is a sweeter something

And I will hold it in my heart

Yes, I will hold it in my heart

Oh, the joy of nothing

Is a sweeter something

I will hold it in my heart

I will hold it in my heart