Sing me a song like a delightful He could always make me cry
Sing me a song like a delightful I will love him till the day I die
Sing me a song like a delightful He was quite the singer in his day
Sing me a song like a delightful He's a paperback novel in an Arthur Miller play
He was a curly-haired singer from the north
No one was better or so little good He was a poet on the radio
They don't make them like that anymore They don't make them like that anymore
Sing me a song like a garden lightfoot Sing me a song like we used to do
Sing me a song like a garden lightfoot The one we used to sing, brother, after school
He was a curly-haired singer from the north No one was better or so little good
He was a curly-haired singer from the north No one was better or so little good
He was a poet on the radio We don't make them like that anymore
We don't make them like that anymore
Sing me a song like a garden lightfoot Tell me about that shipwreck in May
Sing me a song like a garden lightfoot
About the bloodiest people killed for Lucy that day