I Could Go On Singing

When a dove is in love with a doll of a dove

He is out all night, coo, cooing

When the owl's on a prowl or a feminine fowl

He goes out all night, woo, wooing

Every bird and bee has it's lunacy

In the way he works his dream off

But when I feel high, here's the way

That I like to get my kind of steam off

Owls hoo, hoo, others sigh

Doves coo, coo, ah, how I

I could go on singing till the cows come home

And the rooster starts to crow, crow, crow

When I see your eyes, I go all out

I must vocalize till you shout, "Enough already"

I could go on singing till the moon turns pink

Anything from Faust to Ink-a-dink-a-dink

Love does funny things

When it hits you this way

I could go on singing till the cows come home

And the rooster starts to crow, crow, crow

When I see your eyes, I go all out

I must vocalize till you shout, "Enough already"

I could go on singing till the moon turns pink

Anything from Faust to Ink-a-dink-a-dink

Love does funny things

When it hits you this way

I must keep on singing, like a lark, going strong

With my heart on the wings of a song, singing day