"Troubadour Song" lyrics
Do you happen to know of a maiden in need?
Of a sweetheart is one who is anxious to plead
It's a shame that a handsome young fellow like me
Should be left while the nightingale sings in the tree
It's a shame that a handsome young fellow like me
Should be left while the nightingale sings in the tree
In the wood and the meadow beneath the bright moon
Every lad with his lass makes the most of the June
The world's gone a-wooing excepting of me
And the nightingale sings to his mate in the tree
The world's gone a-wooing excepting of me
And the nightingale sings to his mate in the tree
The time it is short, there is none I can spare
And the nightingale song will soon die in the air
Don't you think, dearest Phyllis, you'd better agree
To make love while the nightingale sings in the tree
Don't you think, dearest Phyllis, you'd better agree
To make love while the nightingale sings in the tree
Of a sweetheart is one who is anxious to plead
It's a shame that a handsome young fellow like me
Should be left while the nightingale sings in the tree
It's a shame that a handsome young fellow like me
Should be left while the nightingale sings in the tree
In the wood and the meadow beneath the bright moon
Every lad with his lass makes the most of the June
The world's gone a-wooing excepting of me
And the nightingale sings to his mate in the tree
The world's gone a-wooing excepting of me
And the nightingale sings to his mate in the tree
The time it is short, there is none I can spare
And the nightingale song will soon die in the air
Don't you think, dearest Phyllis, you'd better agree
To make love while the nightingale sings in the tree
Don't you think, dearest Phyllis, you'd better agree
To make love while the nightingale sings in the tree
