TROUBADOUR SONG
From the play "The Dreaming Of Aloysius" (1928)
(Louis Pippa)

Burl Ives - 1949




Do you happen to know of a maiden in need
Of a sweeetheart? Here's 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
While the nightingale sings to his mate in the tree
The world's gone a-wooing, excepting of me
While the nightingale sings to his mate in the tree

The time, it is short, there is none I can spare
For the nightingale's 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?











(Contributed by Mel - November 2010)