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When I Have The Time To Sing

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When I have the time to sing, I sing it from the heart:

 

I sing from the tops of mountains, for yet the cliché to exist,

But I also sing from far below, I call down to the abyss.

 

I sing amongst merry friends, however out of tune;

I sing a song for my loving dove as over water doth a loon.

 

I sing for when I stroll down uncanny roads at night,

I sing to ever make from darkness a beauteous wandering light.

 

I sing an ode to those who strolled down the road not tread,

For all the difference it has made and dreams it has fed.

 

I sing a reel for those who steal a heart for everyday,

For they will find that in their kind, they’ll sooner fall away.

 

I sing a ballad for my love and for my lover’s kiss

For what more could I sing if so my love’s amiss?

 

And so I sing for everyone and their loving part

For when I have the time to sing, I sing it from the heart.