With some luck everything will work out fine

With some luck we'll live happy and well fed

With some luck this shoulder won't hurt

With some luck this back won't bend

Lucky Lucky Lucky

Oh won't we be lucky?

When the birds sing and the sun shines

Won't we be lucky?

When we'll have deserved our own part of paradise.

Sometimes I ask myself

If work is all it's about

Then I see them enjoying it

Seeing hours fly by doing something they enjoy

And earning their own part of our world

Everyone they love is better because of them

Their world rests on their back and they smile

Smile because they know everything is better for them

Them in their little corner of the world with their little society

Nothing ever goes wrong in faith city

And so they know

To be lucky is to be happy

Truly happy