Sing for your supper and sing thru your pain
Sing for the little girl that lives down the lane
Sing for the clouds and the waving oak trees
Sing for the flowers and the busy buzzing bees
Sing a song of courage for those that pay the cost
Sing a song for the wanderers who always seem so lost
Sing a song for little children in all their innocent ways
Sing a song of long winter nights and bright spring days
Sing for the sad and sing for the poor
Sing for the dead who don’t worry anymore
Sing for the lovers and sing for the saints
Sing for the good and for all of us who ain’t