Burl Ives - The Troubador Song



Did you ever hear tell of a young maid in need

Of a handsome young lover who's anxious to please

It's a pity that such a handsome young fellow as me

Must sit here while the nightingale sings in the tree

(repeat last 2 lines of each verse)



In the valley and woodland there shines a new moon

Each lad with his lass mekes the best of the June

All the world's gons 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

And the song of the nightingale fades on the air

Don't you think, darling Phyllis, you'd better agree

To make love while the nightingale sings in the tree.