Can't Help Singing
Can't help singing of a promise that April is bringing,
I am floating along on the crest of a song,
There are bells in my heart and they're ringing.
Can't help crowing,
Folks don't like it,
I know, but I'm glowing:
I can't help what they say;
Spring affects me this way,
And I gotta keep singing all day.
Autor(es): HARBURG, E. Y. / KERN, JEROME
