Why Do You Not Sing
I Asked My Bird Ting-A-Ling-Ling
My Bird Looked At Me
I Wondered If Anyone Was As Beautiful As He
He Finally Started To Tell
How For The First Time In Love, He Had Fell
I Saw Her On The Hill That Night
The Midsummer Moon Shone High And Bright
Then We Would Come To That Hill Overnight
Hoping To Catch Each, Others Sight
Exchanging Whispered Words And Sometimes A Kiss
That Was How The Seasons Were Spent In Bliss
Then Came That Awful Tragic Night
After Which Nothing Remained Quite So Bright
I Went Up To That Hill
Although She Was Not There, I Waited Still
I Shouted Her Name Till My Throat Was Soar
And After That I Sang No More