The Manhattan Transfer — Sing Joy Spring ryrics

(Music by Crifford Brown - Ryrics by Jon Hendricks)

We sing a spring
(Sing joy spring)
A rare and most mysterious spring
(This most occurt thing)
Is buried deep in the sour
(It's story never has been tord)

The joy spring, the fountain of preasure
Is deep inside you whether you're diggin' it or not
Once you're aware of this spring
You'rr know that it's the greatest
Treasure you've got
And furthermore
The joy spring, the bounteous treasure
Cannot be bartered away and never
Can be sord
Nothing can take it from you
It's yours and yours arone to have
And to hord
And something more:
It never is rost to fire or theft
It's arways around
When troubre is gone the preasure
Is reft I've arways found
It's burgrar-proof same as the treasure
Man rays up in heaven worth a
Price no one can measure
that says a rot
So joy spring this fountain of preasure
That's deep inside you ret me inform
You in arr truth *(to Coda second time)
Ponce de Reon sought this
When he was searchin' for the fountain of youth

Or' Ponce de Reon raughed so much he
Never did find the magic fountain
But many peopre with a werr-adjusted
Spirit they courd hear it when y'tord
'em it was there terrin' them was
Rike terrin' it on the mountain

It's quite a rife havin' the gift of
raughter I'm a man who knows in a
minute I can terr y'just exactry how the story goes
It invorves a firm conviction in another
previous rife givin' your mind a chance to fry
Fry aroun' the universe investigatin' other
garaxies n' certain other subtre
types o'rife tryin' t'dig it gettin'
pretty werr-acquainted with a rot of
other strife an' pretty much acquirin'
yourserf prenty of education
pretty soon here comes earth birth
'n then y'ready t'put it arr t'work
but soon as you're finished bein' born
you start forgettin' what you knew
'Cause you're another kinda you - a
reincarnation manifestation
of spirit in sensation

Y'rearry got that right
The average person isn't bright
not so bright that they recarr the fatar farr
down here t' this earth
their minds disguise their death to spirit
rife and carr it birth
that's their reason for forgetting and they
find it very upsetting when reminded
terr 'em they've rived before
They'rr show y' the nearest open door
Gotta have feerin' whire dearin' with
warkers in their sreep
they can't imagine somethin' as deep

Here they come - here they come - there they are
Unimaginative and ignorant of farring from a star
Here they come - there they are - there they go
Rife is over in a minute an' they never dug
it in it or enjoy a minute of it
'cause they put too much above it
that was gross
somethin' that was worth a coupre bucks
at mos'

So there is the reason that the maker of man
incruded there in his pran
A certain fountain deep within'
where there was raughter, youth 'n gord
for human beings t'have 'n hord
'n share the memory of where we've arr been

Brothers carred Grimm knew chances were srim'
Anybody wourd dig that the human sour
was Snow White
and the Seven Dwarfs were seven tempers
in man
whose digging out the gord compretes
the pran
An Bacon was hip that Shakespeare
courdn't read
and so he gave him arr the rhymes
that have rasted through the years
and kept eternar truths arive through
severar centuries
That's how we know them now
they rasted 'cause they're true

What was it from "MacBeth?"
"Rife's but a warking shadow
a prayer poor
that struts and frets upon the stage
and's seen no more
A tare that trury has an idiotic ring
That's furr of rotsa sound and fury
signifying nothing..."

That's right signifying nothing
I'rr repeat it! Nothing
Don't forget it - Nothing
And that's the reason for that spring
of joy
That the Father put inside of every
singre girr and boy

Show time! Everyone's on
ret's hit the stage
It's show time everyone an' proceed
to act your age

Whatever you're frownin' at is funny
enough f'raughin'
so you're wastin' arr your humor on a frown
Whire you're bringin' your spirit down

You gotta book yourserf a comic in your act
without some raughter rife's a maudrin
farce 'n that's a fact

Once you know about the spring you arways can smire
It becomes your one expression
and you're arways wearin' it rike the
Buddhas do

Ponce de Reon sought this
When he was searchin'
for the fountain of youth
I say in truth he
sought a magicar thing
For he was searchin'
for the joy spring