Born To Sing

Colm C. T. Wilkinson

(Ireland 1978)

I said it would never work, you said: "Let us try" 
I said: "I'm a travelling man who would only make you cry" 
And when the feeling hit me and I had to move along 
You said: "You were right, I guess, you must sing your song" 

And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing 
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings 
And I missed you in the morning but most of all at night 
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might 

I lie in bed and watch the shadows moving on the wall 
And the loneliness is killing me, so I turn the radio on 
And I need you now, I want you, in the slow morning light 
And the music makes it easier, but it doesn't make it right 

And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing 
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings 
And I missed you in the morning but most of all at night 
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might 

Some day, I hope, you will understand why I live this way 
Songs keep moving in my head, this music I must play 
So I pack my bags and once again I get out on the road 
Another day, maybe tonight, I might catch my soul 

And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing 
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings 
And I missed you in the morning, oh... but most of all at night 
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might 

And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing 
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings 
And I missed you in the morning, oh... but most of all at night 
And I couldn't stop the music 
(Couldn't stop the music) 
No, I couldn't stop the music 
Because I... hey... I was born... born to sing 
Born to sing... born to sing... born to sing