I Have a Secret to Tell - Bill Gould & Jared Blum

Oh I'm here, I'm living inside me, Far away from your cage. You want my soul, but I have the sun, Your light is dark, you'll never catch me! Waiting for me, to get my key, to go back to your home. Wherever I'll hide behind my face, my sun Will shine all around, you won't believe that... I'll never die in this world I'll survive with my soul I don't now where you come from But I feel your cold fear! Trying to steal my vital breath, You hope to become aware. You want my soul, but I have the sun, Your light is dark, you'll never catch me! I'll never die in this world I'll survive with my soul I don't now where you come from But I feel your cold fear!

I have a song to sing, O! (Sing me your song, O!) It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon Who fled from the mocking throng-o It's the song of a merry man moping mum Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. I have a song to sing, O! (What is your song, O?) It is sung with the ring of the songs maids sing Who loved with a love life-long-o It's a song of a merry maid peerly proud Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud At the moan of the merry man moping mum Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. I have a song to sing, O! (Sing me your song, O) It is sung to the knell of a church-yard bell And a doleful dirge ding-dong o It's a song of a popinjay bravely born Who turned up his noble nose with scorn At the humble merry maid peerly proud Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud At the moan of a merry man moping mum Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. I have a song to sing, O! (I have a song to sing) I have a song to sing-o! It is sung with a sigh and a tear in the eye for it tells of a righted wrong-o It's a song of the merry maid once so gay Who turned on her heel and tripped away From the peacock popinjay bravely born Who turned up his noble nose with scorn At the humble heart that he did not prize So she begged on her knees with downcast eyes For the love of the merry man moping mum Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de, His pains were o'er and he sighed no more For he lived in the love of a lady. Hey-di, hey-di, his pains were o'er And he sighed no more For he lived in the love of a lady.