Can't Help But Sing
Laura Veirs
Slow ringing bells in the high hollow tree
Swallows are flying o'er the rolling green
Sheets are all twisted and I toss in my sleep
I toss in my sleep
And my bitter, cold heart can't help but sing
Can't help but sing
Sing
Put a saddle on a horse and there's a light in Spring
You can't see a star till it's there to be seen
I move along the water to the open sea
To the open sea
And my bitter, cold heart can't help but sing
Can't help but sing
Sing
Sing
Sing
Can't help but sing
Can't help but sing
Can't help but sing