The Singer Sang His Song

He’d sing his song most ev’ry nightWishing she was there behind the lightThe people danced and sang alongOn the cardboard stage he never sang it wrongAnd the piper played the tuneAnd the drummer wore his spursBut the song that the singer sang was for herNow the singer’s song is never heardAnd the visions he once saw are disappearedNow they never dance or sing alongBut on the cardboard stage he never sang it wrongAnd the piper played the tuneAnd the drummer wore his spursBut the song that the singer sang was for her(break)Ah..........