And The Singer Sings His Song

Young it was, true it was,
Days without wond’ring,
Fall with a special thing,
Laugh, if I could laugh,
And I did.
And the singer sings his song,
And the children dance along,
And the singer sings his song,
And we dance along.
Good it was when it was,
We chased the flowers,
Warm summer showers.
Once, it was once long ago.
And the singer sings his song,
And the children dance along,
And the singer sings his song,
And we dance along.
Once, it was once long ago.
And the singer sings his song,
And the children dance along,
And the singer sings his song,
And we dance along.
And the singer sings his song and we dance along