The Singer Sang His Song

He'd sing his song almost every 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 have 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