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