When all else fails and life is glum,
When rain pours down for days,
When to weary feelings I succumb,
When colors fade to gray,
It is to coffee that I turn,
Black medicine of old,
From youth it was when I first learned
It’s worth is that of gold.
But please explain if you should know
The mystery so queer:
How that it goes in dark and slow,
But comes out quick and clear.