The Singer Sang His Song
 
 He'd sing his song most ev'ry night
 Wishing she was there behind the light
 The people danced and sang along
 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
 Now the singer's song is never heard
 And the visions he once saw are disappeared
 Now they never dance or sing along
 But 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
 
©1968 Barry, Robin & Maurice Gibb
 vom Album 'Tales From The Brothers Gibb'