Wild guitars came from forests
plainly, woodsmen share a calling
Flailing noises form a chorus
harmonies of arbors falling
And they play, say Conway
and ring, my girl sing
and plead and beg
and plead and beg
and plead and beg
and plead and beg
to be heard and had
and carried on
Without us, song is nothing!
My wife turned crazy on me one day
Started chopping up the bed
Looked past me with gaping eyes
Left me too hard to be scared
She left, but circled the yard
All night she haunted the home
The kids went crazy, life was hard
The sounds of rings, boom
And they play, say Conway
and ring, my girl sing,
and plead and beg
and plead and beg
and plead and beg
and plead and beg
to be heard and had
and carried on
Without us, song is nothing!
I taught the children to play piano
singing with sweet voice
Music kept their mom away
Melody fostered choice
And choice brought us these days we have
And choice brought us to our rejoicing
Always choose the noise of music...
always end the day in singing!
And they play, don't they?
And ring, and everything!
And bounce and boil
and bounce and boil
bounce and boil,
and plead and beg
to be heard and had
and carried on.
Without us, song is nothing!
plainly, woodsmen share a calling
Flailing noises form a chorus
harmonies of arbors falling
And they play, say Conway
and ring, my girl sing
and plead and beg
and plead and beg
and plead and beg
and plead and beg
to be heard and had
and carried on
Without us, song is nothing!
My wife turned crazy on me one day
Started chopping up the bed
Looked past me with gaping eyes
Left me too hard to be scared
She left, but circled the yard
All night she haunted the home
The kids went crazy, life was hard
The sounds of rings, boom
And they play, say Conway
and ring, my girl sing,
and plead and beg
and plead and beg
and plead and beg
and plead and beg
to be heard and had
and carried on
Without us, song is nothing!
I taught the children to play piano
singing with sweet voice
Music kept their mom away
Melody fostered choice
And choice brought us these days we have
And choice brought us to our rejoicing
Always choose the noise of music...
always end the day in singing!
And they play, don't they?
And ring, and everything!
And bounce and boil
and bounce and boil
bounce and boil,
and plead and beg
to be heard and had
and carried on.
Without us, song is nothing!