Sangtekst: Judy Garland. I Could Go On Singing.

When a dove is in love with a doll of a dove
He is out all night, coo, cooing
When the owl's on a prowl or a feminine fowl
He goes out all night, woo, wooing

Every bird and bee has it's lunacy
In the way he works his dream off
But when I feel high, here's the way
That I like to get my kind of steam off

Owls hoo, hoo, others sigh
Doves coo, coo, ah, how I

I could go on singing till the cows come home
And the rooster starts to crow, crow, crow
When I see your eyes, I go all out
I must vocalize till you shout, "Enough already"

I could go on singing till the moon turns pink
Anything from Faust to Ink-a-dink-a-dink
Love does funny things
When it hits you this way

I could go on singing till the cows come home
And the rooster starts to crow, crow, crow
When I see your eyes, I go all out
I must vocalize till you shout, "Enough already"

I could go on singing till the moon turns pink
Anything from Faust to Ink-a-dink-a-dink
Love does funny things
When it hits you this way

I must keep on singing, like a lark, going strong
With my heart on the wings of a song, singing day