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