| The Singer |
|---|
| I can hear the sound |
| When my arms around |
| Whistle in the trees |
| It sits inside the bees? |
| When my love’s around (?) |
| Sing, sing (louder, louder) |
| Sing, sing (louder, louder) |
| Now I feel so down |
| Suffering on the ground |
| Some come home me (?) |
| We won’t be found |
| When my love’s around |
| So sing (louder, louder) |
| So sing (louder, louder) |
