You hear every day
how they're going away,
I guess they just don't understand.
The singer is the voice of the people,
and his song is the soul of our land.
So, singer, please stay and don't go away
With so many words to be said
For a land without song
can't stand very long
When the voice of its people is dead
Oh, singer, you must search
for your place on the earth
While the same for your nation is true
So lift up the soul of your country
And a place will be found here for you
But don't go and run
till your song has been sung
And the words of your soul have been said
For a land without song
can't stand very long
When the voice of its people
is dead
You may pile up your gold,
but the pride of your soul
Is the small bit of hope you bestow
On the children who come
this way tomorrow
In search of the right way to go
So, singers, sing on like the first ray of dawn
With your promise of day just ahead
For the land without song
can't stand very long
When the voice of its people is dead
Oh, I hear every day how
they're going away
I guess they just don't understand
The singer is the voice of the people
And his song is the soul of our land
So, singer, please stay and don't go away
With so many words to be said
For a land without song
can't stand very long
When the voice of its people is dead
When the voice of its people is dead
And the voice of its people is dead
And the voice of his people is dead.