[Verse 1] Say what shall my song be to night? And the strain at your bidding shall flow shall the measure be sportive and light, Or its murmurs be mournful and low? Shall the days that are gone, flit before thee? The freshness of childhood come o’er thee? Shall the past, yield it’s smiles and it’s tears? Or, the future, it’s hopes and it’s fears?
[Chorus] Say, what shall my song be to night? And the stain at your bidding shall flow; Shall the measure be sportive and light? Or it’s murmurs be mournful and low? Say, say oh! Say, what shall my song be tonight?
[Verse 2] There are times, when the heart will refuse, On the past and its pleasure to dwell; There are moments, which mem’ry imbues With a gloom which she cannot dispel: But the charm that enthralls them, is broken, With the first word of song that is spoken; For there is not a feeling, or tone, In the heart, but, to music ‘tis known.
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