Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sing Joy Spring, artist - Manhattan Transfer. Album song Vocalese, in the genre
Date of issue: 31.12.1984
Record label: Concord, Craft
Song language: English
Sing Joy Spring |
We sing a spring |
(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 |
Price no one can measure |
That says a lot |
So joy spring this fountain of pleasure |
That’s deep inside you let me inform |
You in all truth *(to Coda second time) |
Ponce de Leon sought this |
When he was searchin' for the fountain of youth |
Ol' Ponce de Leon laughed so much he |
Never did find the magic fountain |
But many people with a well-adjusted |
Spirit they could hear it when y’told |
'em it was there tellin' them was |
Like tellin' it on the mountain |
It’s quite a lift havin' the gift of laughter I’m a man who knows in a |
Minute I can tell y’just exactly how the story goes |
It involves a firm conviction in another previous life givin' your mind a |
chance to fly |
Fly aroun' the universe investigatin' other |
Galaxies n' certain other subtle |
Types o’life tryin' t’dig it gettin' |
Pretty well-acquainted with a lot of |
Other strife an' pretty much acquirin' |
Yourself plenty of education |
Pretty soon here comes earth birth |
'n then y’ready t’put it all t’work |
But soon as you’re finished bein' born |
You start forgettin' what you knew |
'Cause you’re another kinda you — a |
Reincarnation manifestation |
Of spirit in sensation |
Y’really got that right |
The average person isn’t bright |
Not so bright that they recall the fatal fall |
Down here t' this earth |
Their minds disguise their death to spirit |
Life and call it birth |
That’s their reason for forgetting and they find it very upsetting when reminded |
Tell 'em they’ve lived before |
They’ll show y' the nearest open door |
Gotta have feelin' while dealin' with |
Walkers in their sleep |
They can’t imagine somethin' as deep |
Here they come — here they come — there they are |
Unimaginative and ignorant of falling from a star |
Here they come — there they are — there they go |
Life is over in a minute an' they never dug |
It in it or enjoy a minute of it |
'cause they put too much above it |
That was gross |
Somethin' that was worth a couple bucks |
At mos' |
So there is the reason that the maker of man |
Included there in his plan |
A certain fountain deep within' |
Where there was laughter, youth 'n gold |
For human beings t’have 'n hold |
'n share the memory of where we’ve all been |
Brothers called Grimm knew chances were slim' |
Anybody would dig that the human soul was Snow White |
And the Seven Dwarfs were seven tempers in man |
Whose digging out the gold completes the plan |
An Bacon was hip that Shakespeare couldn’t read |
And so he gave him all the rhymes |
That have lasted through the years |
And kept eternal truths alive through |
Several centuries |
That’s how we know them now they lasted 'cause they’re true |
What was it from «MacBeth?» |
«Life's but a walking shadow |
A player poor |
That struts and frets upon the stage |
And’s seen no more |
A tale that truly has an idiotic ring |
That’s full of lotsa sound and fury |
Signifying nothing…» |
That’s right signifying nothing |
I’ll repeat it! |
Nothing |
Don’t forget it — Nothing |
And that’s the reason for that spring of joy |
That the Father put inside of every |
Single girl and boy |
Show time! |
Everyone’s on |
Let’s hit the stage |
It’s show time everyone an' proceed to act your age |
Whatever you’re frownin' at is funny |
Enough f’laughin' |
So you’re wastin' all your humor on a frown |
While you’re bringin' your spirit down |
You gotta book yourself a comic in your act |
Without some laughter life’s a maudlin |
Farce 'n that’s a fact |
Once you know about the spring you always can smile |
It becomes your one expression |
And you’re always wearin' it like the |
Buddhas do |
We sing a spring |
(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 |
Price no one can measure |
That says a lot |
So joy spring this fountain of pleasure |
That’s deep inside you let me inform |
You in all truth |
Ponce de Leon sought this |
When he was searchin' |
For the fountain of youth |
I say in truth he |
Sought a magical thing |
For he was searchin' |
For the joy spring |