Many's the time I've sung with you
Many's the time I've read your words
Something told me I could see you
Needless to say you and me differ as to country and language
But it's my feeling that some things are the same as you
Your voice reminds me of my childhood
Many's the time I've sung with you
Many's the time I was touched by your cry
You're heard singing in the distance
Needless to say, you and me differ as to place and knowledge of life
But it's my feeling that something's congenial to you
I was sick for your zest of making
※I can hear you singing in the distance now
I wish it could last
Your melody straightens me up
I'm sick for your zest of making※
Many's the time I've sung with you
Many's the time I've read your words
Something told me I could see you
Needless to say, you and me differ as to country and language
Needless to say, you and me differ as to place and knowledge of life
But it's my feeling that some things are the same as you
Your voice reminds me of my childhood
It's wonderful how many songs you make
I throught how and why
The thing is, you really need a sound
You'll really need a melody for someone
For yourself
Many's the time I've sung with you
Many's the time I've sung with you