There is something about people
          That I'll never understand:
How we are never satisfies
          With what's already in our hand.

We always seem to think it's greener
          On the other side,
But then, when we cross over
          Find we're still dissatisfied.

No matter what we're given,
          Or how greatly we've been blessed,
That one thing we don't seem to have
          Keeps us on a quest.

Married people wish that they
          Were back where they began;
Single people with that they
          Were sharing life again.

The wealthy know that happiness
          Cannot be sold or bought;
The poor are certain money is
          The happiness they've sought.

We've got to stop and realize
           That God has given to us all,
Everything we need to live...
          The large things and the small.
  
If we'd just count our blessings,
          I'm sure that we would find
The happiness we've searched for
           Is right within our mind.