The Singer

I can hear the sound when my arms around
Whistle in the trees
It sits inside the bees when my love’s around
Sing, sing (louder, louder)
Sing, sing (louder, louder)

Now I feel so down shuffling on the ground
So come home
We won’t be found
When my love’s around

Sing, sing (louder, louder)
Sing, sing (louder, louder)
So sing louder, louder
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

So sing (louder, louder)
So sing (louder, louder)
So sing louder, louder
Sing, sing, sing, you sing