I Have A Song To Sing O-Peter, Paul & Mary

歌手 : Peter, Paul & Mary
专辑 : Carry It On CD3
语种 : 英语
时长 : 04:08

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TXT I Have A Song To Sing O-Peter, Paul & Mary 文本歌词

I Have A Song To Sing O - Peter, Paul & Mary (彼得、保罗与玛丽三重唱)
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