I Could Go On Singing (Til The Cows Come Home)

When a dove is in love, with a doll of a dove
He is out all night coo cooing
When the owl’s on the prowl for a feminine fowl
He goes out all night woo wooing
Every bird and bee has its lunacy
In the way he works his dream off
But when I feel high, here’s the way that I
Like to get my kind of steam off:
Owls hoo hoo
Others sigh
Doves coo coo
Ah, but I…
I could go on singing, till the cows come home
And the rooster starts to crow, crow, crow
When I see your eyes, I go all out
I must vocalize till you shout «Enough already!»
I could go on singing, till the moon turns pink
Anything from Faust to Ink-a-dink-a-dink
Love does funny things, when it hits you this way!
Repeat Chorus
I must keep on singing, like a lark, going strong
With my heart on the wings of a song, singing day!