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Song title: Manhattan Transfer - Sing Joy Spring

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We sing a spring
(sing joy spring)
A rare and most mysterious spring
(this most occult thing)
Is buried deep in the soul
(its story never has been told)

The joy spring, the fountain of pleasure
Is deep inside you whether youre diggin it or not
Once youre aware of this spring
Youll know that its the greatest
Treasure youve got
And furthermore
The joy spring, the bounteous treasure
Cannot be bartered away and never
Can be sold
Nothing can take it from you
Its yours and yours alone to have
And to hold
And something more:
It never is lost to fire or theft
Its always around
When trouble is gone the pleasure
Is left Ive always found
Its burglar-proof same as the treasure
Man lays up in heaven worth a
Price no one can measure
That says a lot
So joy spring this fountain of pleasure
Thats deep inside you let me inform
You in all truth *(to coda second time)
Ponce de leon sought this
When he was searchin for the fountain of youth

Ol ponce de leon laughed so much he
Never did find the magic fountain
But many people with a well-adjusted
Spirit they could hear it when ytold
em it was there tellin them was
Like tellin it on the mountain

Its quite a life havin the gift of
Laughter Im a man who knows in a
Minute I can tell yjust exactly how the story goes
It involves a firm conviction in another
Previous life givin your mind a chance to fly
Fly aroun the universe investigatin other
Galaxies n certain other subtle
Types olife tryin tdig it gettin
Pretty well-acquainted with a lot of
Other strife an pretty much acquirin
Yourself plenty of education
Pretty soon here comes earth birth
n then yready tput it all twork
But soon as youre finished bein born
You start forgettin what you knew
cause youre another kinda you - a
Reincarnation manifestation
Of spirit in sensation

Yreally got that right
The average person isnt bright
Not so bright that they recall the fatal fall
Down here t this earth
Their minds disguise their death to spirit
Life and call it birth
Thats their reason for forgetting and they
Find it very upsetting when reminded
Tell em theyve lived before
Theyll show y the nearest open door
Gotta have feelin while dealin with
Walkers in their sleep
They cant imagine somethin as deep

Here they come - here they come - there they are
Unimaginative and ignorant of falling from a star
Here they come - there they are - there they go
Life is over in a minute an they never dug
It in it or enjoy a minute of it
cause they put too much above it
That was gross
Somethin that was worth a couple bucks
At mos

So there is the reason that the maker of man
Included there in his plan
A certain fountain deep within
Where there was laughter, youth n gold
For human beings thave n hold
n share the memory of where weve all been

Brothers called grimm knew chances were slim
Anybody would dig that the human soul
Was snow white
And the seven dwarfs were seven tempers
In man
Whose digging out the gold completes
The plan
An bacon was hip that shakespeare
Couldnt read
And so he gave him all the rhymes
That have lasted through the years
And kept eternal truths alive through
Several centuries
Thats how we know them now
They lasted cause theyre true

What was it from macbeth?
Lifes but a walking shadow
A player poor
That struts and frets upon the stage
Ands seen no more
A tale that truly has an idiotic ring
Thats full of lotsa sound and fury
Signifying nothing...

Thats right signifying nothing
Ill repeat it! nothing
Dont forget it - nothing
And thats the reason for that spring
Of joy
That the father put inside of every
Single girl and boy

Show time! everyones on
Lets hit the stage
Its show time everyone an proceed
To act your age

Whatever youre frownin at is funny
Enough flaughin
So youre wastin all your humor on a frown
While youre bringin your spirit down

You gotta book yourself a comic in your act
Without some laughter lifes a maudlin
Farce n thats a fact

Once you know about the spring you always can smile
It becomes your one expression
And youre always wearin it like the
Buddhas do

(repeat intro to *)
(coda)
Ponce de leon sought this
When he was searchin
For the fountain of youth
I say in truth he
Sought a magical thing
For he was searchin
For the joy spring