I'll sing for you and
I'll sing for me.
I'll sing underneath every tree.
I'll sing in the darkness of an alley
and I'll sing in every crook, nook and valley.
If you don't like it, I won't be sad
because somewhere, someplace someone is glad
to hear my song
as I travel along
through lonely corridors
and bustling throngs.
Waiting to open up my mouth again,
I'll sing
I'll sing
I'll sing.