Wild guitars came from forests; plainly, woodsmen share a calling
Flailing noises form a chorus: harmonies of arbors falling
And they play, say Conway, and ring, my girl sing
And plead and beg and plead and beg and plead and beg and plead and beg to be heard and had and carried on
Without us, song is nothing
My wife turned crazy on me one day; started chopping up the bed
Looked past me with gaping eyes
Left me too hard to be scared
She left, but circled the yard
All night she haunted the home
The kids went crazy, life was hard
The sounds of rings: boom
And they play, say Conway, and ring, my girl sing
And plead and beg and plead and beg and plead and beg and plead and beg to be heard and had and carried on
Without us, song is nothing
I taught the children to play piano, singing with sweet voice
Music kept their mom away
Melody fostered choice, and choice brought us these days we have, and choice brought us to our rejoicing
Always choose the noise of music...always end the day in singing
And they play, don't they?
And ring, and everything
And bounce and boil and bounce and boil and bounce and boil, and plead and beg to be heard and had and carried on
Without us, song is nothing