Recorded By Al Jolson

                               When there are gray skies
                              I don't mind those gray skies.
                             You make them blue, sonny boy.

                                Friends may forsake me.
                                Let them all forsake me.
                               I'll still have you, sonny boy.

                                You're sent from heaven
                                 And I know your worth.
                              You've made a heaven for me
                                   Right here on earth.
                                      God bless you!

                               When I'm old and gray dear
                              Promise you won't stray dear.
                                I need you so, sonny boy!