The world is full of gladness, br There are joys of many kinds, br There's a cure for every sadness, br That each troubled mortal finds. br And my little cares grow lighter br And I cease to fret and sigh, br And my eyes with joy grow brighter br When she makes a lemon pie. br br When the bronze is on the filling br That's one mass of shining gold, br And its molten joy is spilling br On the plate, my heart grows bold br And the kids and I in chorus br Raise one glad exultant cry br And we cheer the treat before us br Which is mother's lemon pie. br br Then the little troubles vanish, br And the sorrows disappear, br Then we find the grit to banish br All the cares that hovered near, br And we smack our lips in pleasure br O'er a joy no coin can buy, br And we down the golden treasure br Which is known as lemon pie.