Oh,
oh,
oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Every time
you sing,
I
play the flute and play the guitar
Every time you play the music,
my soul sings along
Every time you sing, I sing along
And then I love you, every time you sing wrong
I'm really in love with you,
it's my fault
But I dream of the future,
the flowers will wither
If you go,
then I will play the flute and play the guitar
Every time you sing, my heart aches
Every time you sing,
I sing along
And then I love you, every time you sing wrong
I'm really in love with you, it's my fault
But I dream of the future,
the flowers will wither
If you go,
then I will play the flute and play the guitar
Every time
you sing, my heart aches
Who is dreaming of a golden land?
Who brings the music of the flutes?
The words of that day are gone,
but why does the flute still play the heart?
Every time
you sing,
my heart aches
Who is dreaming of a golden land?
And the words of love are still the same as before
And then I love you, every time you sing wrong
I'm really in love with you, it's my fault
And then I love you,
every time you sing wrong I'm really in love with you,
it's my fault
And then I love you, every time you sing wrong
I'm really in love with you, it's my fault
And
then I love you,
every time you sing wrong
I'm really in love with you,
it's my fault