Sing me no song,
give me one silent hour
Your love is strong
but mine's a fragile flower
Sing when I'm far from here,
say in Hong Kong,
but if you love me dear,
sing me no song.
When I, the prelude,
played and made you sing,
all the strange noise we made,
the jangling
Sing, what notes I found were wrong,
so are the black.
For you had pitched the note
right in the crack.
Sing not again,
have a thought for my ears.
Just one re frain
would change my smiles to tears
Sing in the valleys wide,
far from the strong
But when you're by my side,
sing me no song
If you were dumb and
not a single note
Could ever come from
out that rounded throat
Songs you might spell on
finger and on thumb
Oh, I could love you well
if you were dumb
If I were deaf, oh, then I'd let you sing
In C or F, an d watch the
guests take wing
I'd let you trick and yell
about the treble clef.
That would not break the spell if
I were deaf.
You have no ear, no ear for tune or rhyme.
And it is very clear, no sense of time
Sing to my wealthy aunt,
her nerves are strong
But if it's me you want,
sing me no song
Oh, if it's me you want
Sing me, sing me, sing me,
song
Sing me, sing me, sing me,
no song