Robin Gibb
The Singer Sang His Song
He'd sing his song most every night
Wishing she was there behind the light
The people danced and sang along
On the cardboard stage he never sang it wrong

And the piper played the tune
And the drummer won his spurs
But the song that the singer sang was for her

Now the singer's song is never heard
And the visions he once saw are disappeared
Now they never dance or sing along
But on the cardboard stage he never sang it wrong

And the piper played the tune
And the drummer won his spurs
But the song that the singer sang was for her

Ahaha...