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
O Cantor Cantou Sua Canção
Ele cantava sua canção quase toda noite
Desejando que ela estivesse lá atrás da luz
O povo dançava e cantava junto
No palco de papelão, ele nunca cantou errado
E o flautista tocava a melodia
E o baterista usava suas esporas
Mas a canção que o cantor cantava era para ela
Agora a canção do cantor nunca é ouvida
E as visões que ele um dia viu desapareceram
Agora eles nunca dançam ou cantam junto
Mas no palco de papelão, ele nunca cantou errado
E o flautista tocava a melodia
E o baterista usava suas esporas
Mas a canção que o cantor cantava era para ela
Composição: Barry Gibb / Maurice Gibb / Robin Gibb