I Have a Song to Sing, O!

I Have A Song To Sing O - Peter, Paul & Mary (彼得、保羅和瑪麗)

I have a song to sing o

Sing me your song o

It is sung to the moon by a love lorn loon

Who fled from the mocking throng o

It's the song of a merry man moping mum

Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

As he sighed for the love of a lady

Hey di hey di misery me lack a day de

He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb

As he sighed for the love of a lady

I have a song to sing o what

Is your song o

It is sung with the ring of the songs maids sing

Who loved with a love life long o

It's a song of a merry maid peerly proud

Who loved a Lord and who laughed aloud

At the moan of the merry man moping mum

Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

As he sighed for the love of a lady

Hey di hey di misery me lack a day de

He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb

As he sighed for the love of a lady

I have a song to sing o

Sing me your song o

It is sung to the neil of a checir a dell

And the door cull dacaning dong of

It is a song up a papen popinjay bravely born

Who turned up his noble nose with scorn

At the humble marry me dearly proud

Who love at Lord an a left a love

At the moon of the marry

Man move in mom

Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

As he sighed for the love of a lady

Hey di hey di misery me lack a day de

Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

As he sighed for the love of a lady

I have a song to sing o

I have a song to sing o

I have a song to sing o

It is sung with a sigh and a

Tear in the eye for it tells of a righted wrong o

It's a song of the merry maid once so gay

Who turned on her heel and tripped away

From the peacock popinjay bravely born

Who turned up his noble nose with scorn

At the humble heart that he did not prize

So she begged on her knees with downcast eyes

For the love of the merry man moping mum

Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

As he sighed for the love of a lady

Hey di hey di misery me lack a day de

His pains were o'er and he sighed no more

For he lived in the love of a lady

Hey di hey di his pains were o'er

And he sighed no more

For he lived in the love of a lady