| We sing a spring
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| (Sing joy spring)
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| A rare and most mysterious spring
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| (This most occult thing)
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| Is buried deep in the soul
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| (It's story never has been told)
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| The joy spring, the fountain of pleasure
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| Is deep inside you whether you’re diggin' it or not
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| Once you’re aware of this spring
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| You’ll know that it’s the greatest
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| Treasure you’ve got
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| And furthermore
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| The joy spring, the bounteous treasure
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| Cannot be bartered away and never
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| Can be sold
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| Nothing can take it from you
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| It’s yours and yours alone to have
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| And to hold
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| And something more:
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| It never is lost to fire or theft
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| It’s always around
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| When trouble is gone the pleasure
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| Is left I’ve always found
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| It’s burglar-proof same as the treasure
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| Man lays up in heaven worth a
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| Price no one can measure
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| That says a lot
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| So joy spring this fountain of pleasure
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| That’s deep inside you let me inform
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| You in all truth *(to Coda second time)
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| Ponce de Leon sought this
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| When he was searchin' for the fountain of youth
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| Ol' Ponce de Leon laughed so much he
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| Never did find the magic fountain
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| But many people with a well-adjusted
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| Spirit they could hear it when y’told
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| 'em it was there tellin' them was
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| Like tellin' it on the mountain
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| It’s quite a lift havin' the gift of laughter I’m a man who knows in a
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| Minute I can tell y’just exactly how the story goes
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| It involves a firm conviction in another previous life givin' your mind a
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| chance to fly
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| Fly aroun' the universe investigatin' other
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| Galaxies n' certain other subtle
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| Types o’life tryin' t’dig it gettin'
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| Pretty well-acquainted with a lot of
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| Other strife an' pretty much acquirin'
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| Yourself plenty of education
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| Pretty soon here comes earth birth
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| 'n then y’ready t’put it all t’work
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| But soon as you’re finished bein' born
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| You start forgettin' what you knew
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| 'Cause you’re another kinda you — a
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| Reincarnation manifestation
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| Of spirit in sensation
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| Y’really got that right
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| The average person isn’t bright
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| Not so bright that they recall the fatal fall
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| Down here t' this earth
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| Their minds disguise their death to spirit
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| Life and call it birth
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| That’s their reason for forgetting and they find it very upsetting when reminded
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| Tell 'em they’ve lived before
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| They’ll show y' the nearest open door
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| Gotta have feelin' while dealin' with
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| Walkers in their sleep
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| They can’t imagine somethin' as deep
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| Here they come — here they come — there they are
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| Unimaginative and ignorant of falling from a star
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| Here they come — there they are — there they go
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| Life is over in a minute an' they never dug
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| It in it or enjoy a minute of it
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| 'cause they put too much above it
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| That was gross
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| Somethin' that was worth a couple bucks
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| At mos'
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| So there is the reason that the maker of man
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| Included there in his plan
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| A certain fountain deep within'
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| Where there was laughter, youth 'n gold
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| For human beings t’have 'n hold
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| 'n share the memory of where we’ve all been
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| Brothers called Grimm knew chances were slim'
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| Anybody would dig that the human soul was Snow White
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| And the Seven Dwarfs were seven tempers in man
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| Whose digging out the gold completes the plan
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| An Bacon was hip that Shakespeare couldn’t read
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| And so he gave him all the rhymes
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| That have lasted through the years
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| And kept eternal truths alive through
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| Several centuries
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| That’s how we know them now they lasted 'cause they’re true
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| What was it from «MacBeth?»
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| «Life's but a walking shadow
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| A player poor
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| That struts and frets upon the stage
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| And’s seen no more
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| A tale that truly has an idiotic ring
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| That’s full of lotsa sound and fury
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| Signifying nothing…»
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| That’s right signifying nothing
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| I’ll repeat it! |
| Nothing
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| Don’t forget it — Nothing
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| And that’s the reason for that spring of joy
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| That the Father put inside of every
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| Single girl and boy
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| Show time! |
| Everyone’s on
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| Let’s hit the stage
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| It’s show time everyone an' proceed to act your age
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| Whatever you’re frownin' at is funny
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| Enough f’laughin'
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| So you’re wastin' all your humor on a frown
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| While you’re bringin' your spirit down
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| You gotta book yourself a comic in your act
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| Without some laughter life’s a maudlin
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| Farce 'n that’s a fact
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| Once you know about the spring you always can smile |
| It becomes your one expression
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| And you’re always wearin' it like the
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| Buddhas do
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| We sing a spring
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| (Sing joy spring)
|
| A rare and most mysterious spring
|
| (This most occult thing)
|
| Is buried deep in the soul
|
| (It's story never has been told)
|
| The joy spring, the fountain of pleasure
|
| Is deep inside you whether you’re diggin' it or not
|
| Once you’re aware of this spring
|
| You’ll know that it’s the greatest
|
| Treasure you’ve got
|
| And furthermore
|
| The joy spring, the bounteous treasure
|
| Cannot be bartered away and never
|
| Can be sold
|
| Nothing can take it from you
|
| It’s yours and yours alone to have
|
| And to hold
|
| And something more:
|
| It never is lost to fire or theft
|
| It’s always around
|
| When trouble is gone the pleasure
|
| Is left I’ve always found
|
| It’s burglar-proof same as the treasure
|
| Man lays up in heaven worth a
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| Price no one can measure
|
| That says a lot
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| So joy spring this fountain of pleasure
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| That’s deep inside you let me inform
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| You in all truth
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| Ponce de Leon sought this
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| When he was searchin'
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| For the fountain of youth
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| I say in truth he
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| Sought a magical thing
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| For he was searchin'
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| For the joy spring |