Sing Joy Spring
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We sing the spring, sing joy spring
A rare and most mysterious spring
This most occult thing
Is buried deep in the soul
Its story never has been told
The joy spring, the fountain of pleasure
Is deep inside you whether you're digging it or not
Once you're aware of this spring
You'll know that it's the greatest treasure you've got
And furthermore
The joy spring, the bountiest treasure
Cannot be bartered away and never can be sold
Nothing can take it from you
It's yours and yours alone to have and to hold
And something more
It never is lost through fire or theft
It's always around when trouble is gone the pleasure is left
I always have found as Bergler proved same as the treasure
Man lays up in heaven worth a price no one can measure
That says a lot
The joy spring, the fountain of pleasure
Is deep inside you let me inform you of truth
Ponce de Leon saw this
When he was searching for the fountain of youth
Ponce de Leon asked so much he never did find the magic fountain
But many people with a well adjusted spirit
They could hear it when you told them it was there
Telling them was like telling it on the mountain
It's quite a lift having the gift of laughter
I'm a man who knows in a minute
I can tell you just exactly how the story goes
It involves a firm conviction in another previous life
Giving your mind a chance to fly
Fly around the universe investigating other galaxies
And some other sort of personal life
Turning to get getting pretty well acquainted
With a lot of other strife
And pretty much acquiring yourself plenty of education
Pretty soon there comes a birth
And then you're ready to put it all to work
But soon as you finish being born
You start forgetting what you knew
'Cause you're another kind of you
A reincarnation, manifestation of spirit in sensation
You really got that right
The average person isn't bright
Not so bright that they recall
The fatal fall down here to this earth
Their minds disguise the death of spirit life
And call it birth
But there is a full forgetting
And they find it very upsetting when reminded
Tell them they've lived before
They'll show you the nearest open door
Gotta have feeling while dealing with walkers in their sleep
They can't imagine something as deep
Here they come, here they come, there they are
Unimaginably being run a falling from the start
Here they come, there they are, here they go
Life is over in a minute and they never take it in
Or enjoy a minute of it 'cause they're petulant
And bubblegum's gross
Something that's worth a couple of bucks at most
So there's a reason that the Maker of man
Included there in his plan
A certain fountain deep within
Where there was laughter, youth and gold
For human beings to have and hold
And share the memory of where we've all been
Brothers, called Grimwood
Chances were slim anybody would dig
That the human soul was snow-white
And the seven dwarfs were seven tempers in man
Who's digging out the gold completes the plan
And Bacon was hip that Shakespeare couldn't read
And so he gave him all the rhymes that have blasted through the years
And kept eternal truths alive through several centuries
That's how we know them now
They lasted 'cause they're true
What was it from Macbeth?
Life's but a walking shadow, a player poor
That struts and frets upon the stage and's seen no more
A tale that truly has an idiotic ring
That's full of lots of sound and fury signifying nothing
That's right, signifying nothing
I'll repeat it, nothing
Don't forget it, nothing
And that's the reason for the spring of joy
That the Father put inside of every single girl and boy
Showtime, everyone on let's hit the stage
It's showtime, everyone on and proceed to act your age
Whatever you're fronting on is funny enough for life
And so you're wasting all your humor on a frown
Why you bringing your spirit down?
You gotta book yourself a comic in your act
Without some laughter life's a monotonous farce
And that's a fact
Once you have got the spring you always can smile
It becomes your one expression
And you always wear it like the Buddhas do
We sing the spring, sing joy spring
A rare and most mysterious spring
This most occult thing
Is buried deep in the soul
Its story never has been told
The joy spring, the fountain of pleasure
Is deep inside you whether you're digging it or not
Once you're aware of this spring
You'll know that it's the greatest treasure you've got
And furthermore
The joy spring, the bountiest treasure
Cannot be bartered away and never can be sold
Nothing can take it from you
It's yours and yours alone to have and to hold
And something more
It never is lost through fire or theft
It's always around when trouble is gone the pleasure is left
I always have found as Bergler proved same as the treasure
Man lays up in heaven worth a price no one can measure
That says a lot
The joy spring, the fountain of pleasure
Is deep inside you let me inform you of truth
Ponce de Leon saw this
When he was searching for the fountain of youth
I say in truth he saw the magical thing
For he was searching for the joy spring
A rare and most mysterious spring
This most occult thing
Is buried deep in the soul
Its story never has been told
The joy spring, the fountain of pleasure
Is deep inside you whether you're digging it or not
Once you're aware of this spring
You'll know that it's the greatest treasure you've got
And furthermore
The joy spring, the bountiest treasure
Cannot be bartered away and never can be sold
Nothing can take it from you
It's yours and yours alone to have and to hold
And something more
It never is lost through fire or theft
It's always around when trouble is gone the pleasure is left
I always have found as Bergler proved same as the treasure
Man lays up in heaven worth a price no one can measure
That says a lot
The joy spring, the fountain of pleasure
Is deep inside you let me inform you of truth
Ponce de Leon saw this
When he was searching for the fountain of youth
Ponce de Leon asked so much he never did find the magic fountain
But many people with a well adjusted spirit
They could hear it when you told them it was there
Telling them was like telling it on the mountain
It's quite a lift having the gift of laughter
I'm a man who knows in a minute
I can tell you just exactly how the story goes
It involves a firm conviction in another previous life
Giving your mind a chance to fly
Fly around the universe investigating other galaxies
And some other sort of personal life
Turning to get getting pretty well acquainted
With a lot of other strife
And pretty much acquiring yourself plenty of education
Pretty soon there comes a birth
And then you're ready to put it all to work
But soon as you finish being born
You start forgetting what you knew
'Cause you're another kind of you
A reincarnation, manifestation of spirit in sensation
You really got that right
The average person isn't bright
Not so bright that they recall
The fatal fall down here to this earth
Their minds disguise the death of spirit life
And call it birth
But there is a full forgetting
And they find it very upsetting when reminded
Tell them they've lived before
They'll show you the nearest open door
Gotta have feeling while dealing with walkers in their sleep
They can't imagine something as deep
Here they come, here they come, there they are
Unimaginably being run a falling from the start
Here they come, there they are, here they go
Life is over in a minute and they never take it in
Or enjoy a minute of it 'cause they're petulant
And bubblegum's gross
Something that's worth a couple of bucks at most
So there's a reason that the Maker of man
Included there in his plan
A certain fountain deep within
Where there was laughter, youth and gold
For human beings to have and hold
And share the memory of where we've all been
Brothers, called Grimwood
Chances were slim anybody would dig
That the human soul was snow-white
And the seven dwarfs were seven tempers in man
Who's digging out the gold completes the plan
And Bacon was hip that Shakespeare couldn't read
And so he gave him all the rhymes that have blasted through the years
And kept eternal truths alive through several centuries
That's how we know them now
They lasted 'cause they're true
What was it from Macbeth?
Life's but a walking shadow, a player poor
That struts and frets upon the stage and's seen no more
A tale that truly has an idiotic ring
That's full of lots of sound and fury signifying nothing
That's right, signifying nothing
I'll repeat it, nothing
Don't forget it, nothing
And that's the reason for the spring of joy
That the Father put inside of every single girl and boy
Showtime, everyone on let's hit the stage
It's showtime, everyone on and proceed to act your age
Whatever you're fronting on is funny enough for life
And so you're wasting all your humor on a frown
Why you bringing your spirit down?
You gotta book yourself a comic in your act
Without some laughter life's a monotonous farce
And that's a fact
Once you have got the spring you always can smile
It becomes your one expression
And you always wear it like the Buddhas do
We sing the spring, sing joy spring
A rare and most mysterious spring
This most occult thing
Is buried deep in the soul
Its story never has been told
The joy spring, the fountain of pleasure
Is deep inside you whether you're digging it or not
Once you're aware of this spring
You'll know that it's the greatest treasure you've got
And furthermore
The joy spring, the bountiest treasure
Cannot be bartered away and never can be sold
Nothing can take it from you
It's yours and yours alone to have and to hold
And something more
It never is lost through fire or theft
It's always around when trouble is gone the pleasure is left
I always have found as Bergler proved same as the treasure
Man lays up in heaven worth a price no one can measure
That says a lot
The joy spring, the fountain of pleasure
Is deep inside you let me inform you of truth
Ponce de Leon saw this
When he was searching for the fountain of youth
I say in truth he saw the magical thing
For he was searching for the joy spring