People check to tell me What they think is right I don't listen to them Don't know day from night I'll go through life searchin' Tryin' to find the one I'd go slip, slip, you'd go slip, slip away And I don't need you to help me find my way I can make it if I just don't see your face Once I had a problem Didn't know what to do Now I've got no problems All I had was you Guess I'll keep on searchin' And try to find the one 'Cause I'd go slip, slip, you'd go slip, slip away And I don't need you to help me find my way I can make it if I just don't see your face

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.

Stake my future on a hell of a past Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast Ain't complaining 'bout what I got Seen better times, but who has not? Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Honest as the next jade rolling that stone When I come knocking don't throw me no bone I'm an old boll weevil looking for a home If you don't like it you can leave me alone I can snap my fingers and require the rain From a clear blue sky and turn it off again I can stroke your body and relieve your pain And charm the whistle off an evening train Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know I give what I got until I got no more I take what I get until I even the score You know I love you and furthermore When it's time to go you got an open door I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain You give something up for everything you gain Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain Pay for your ticket and don't complain Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go, go Find out something only dead men know One of these days and it won't be long Going down in the valley and sing my song I will sing it loud and sing it strong Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Come on Come on