Lyrics: Soundtrack Artists. Hayride.

Music: Harry Warren
Lyrics: Johnny Mercer
Premiere: 1946

Verse:

My, oh my, there's a cloud in the sky
And it surely looks like rain;
But I know a secret, so I won't complain.
That young man with the freckle-face tan
And the great big load of hay,
He's our good luck and he'll shoo the rain away.

Chorus:

Most remarkable thing
How it seems to be spring
On the gloomiest kind of day;
How your wishes come true,
Or it seems as they do,

When you wish on a load of hay.
First, you're joggin' along
And the weather's all wrong,
And the heavens above are gray;
Then a genie appears
And it suddenly clears
When you wish on a load of hay.
That farmer boy wavin' "howdee-doo"
Has a wagon full of dreams for you.
Oh, it's perfectly fine
If you make the right sign,
And you know the right things to say;
There's a wonderful thrill
That is waiting to come your way,
'Round a bend in the road
When you wish on a load of hay.