| Can't Help Singing |
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| Can’t help singing of a promise that April is bringing, |
| I am floating along on the crest of a song, |
| There are bells in my heart and they’re ringing. |
| Can’t help crowing, |
| Folks don’t like it, |
| I know, but I’m glowing: |
| I can’t help what they say; |
| Spring affects me this way, |
| And I gotta keep singing all day. |
