I Have A Song To Sing, O! Lyrics - Peter, Paul And Mommy - Peter, Paul & Mary

I have a song to sing, O 

(Sing me your song, O) 

It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon 

Who fled from the mocking throng-o 

It's the song of a merry man moping mum 

Whose soul was sad and his glance was glum 

Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb 

As he sighed for the love of a lady 

Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de 

He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb 

As he sighed for the love of a lady 

I have a song to sing, O 

(What is your song, O?) 

It is sung with the ring of the songs maids sing 

Who loved with a love life-long-o 

It's a song of a merry maid pearly proud 

Who loved a Lord and who laughed aloud 

At the moan of the merry man moping mum 

Whose soul was sad and his glance was glum 

Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb 

As he sighed for the love of a lady 

Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de 

He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb 

As he sighed for the love of a lady 

I have a song to sing, O 

(Sing me your song, O) 

It is sung to the knell of a church-yard bell 

And a doleful dirge ding-dong O 

It's a song of a popinjay bravely born 

Who turned up his noble nose with scorn 

At the humble merry maid pearly proud 

Who loved a Lord and who laughed aloud 

At the moan of a merry man moping mum 

Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum 

Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb 

As he sighed for the love of a lady 

Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de 

He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb 

As he sighed for the love of a lady 

I have a song to sing, O 

(I have a song to sing) 

I have a song to sing, O 

It is sung with a sigh and a tear in the eye 

For it tells of a righted wrong-o 

It's a song of the merry maid once so gay 

Who turned on her heel and tripped away 

From the peacock popinjay bravely born 

who turned up his noble nose with scorn 

At the humble heart that he did not prize 

So she begged on her knees with downcast eyes 

For the love of the merry man moping mum 

Whose soul was sad and his glance was glum 

Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb 

As he sighed for the love of a lady 

Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de 

His pains were o'er and he sighed no more 

For he lived in the love of a lady 

Hey-di, hey-di 

His pains were o'er and he sighed no more 

For he lived in the love of a lady