John O'Brien

Sing Me A Song

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Sing me a song with the ring of truth in it,
Sing me a song with the freshness of youth in it.
Chant me a paean of joy;
I'm tired of the dirge with regrets and despair in it,
Life has too much of drab sorrow and care in it,
Raise me a chorus with hopefulness rare in it,
Plucked from the heart of a boy.

Give me the splash and the shout of the sea in it,
The trebles of birds and the bass of the bee in it;
Bring the minstrels along.
Trilling a lay with the zest of young life in it,
Tender and clean with no heartache or strife in it;
Send me a message with joyfulness rife in it,
And the singer I'll love for the song.

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