The Singer Sang His Song

He'd sing his song almost every night

Wishing she was there behind the light

The people danced and sang alongOn the cardboard stage, he never sang it wrong

And the piper played the tune

And the drummer wore his spurs

But the song that the singer sang was for herNow the singer's song is never heard

And the visions he once saw have disappeared

Now they never dance or sing alongBut on the cardboard stage, he never sang it wrong

And the piper played the tune

And the drummer wore his spurs

But the song that the singer sang was for her