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.