Sing Joy Spring

(album: Vocalese - 1985)

We sing a spring
(Sing joy spring)
A rare and most mysterious spring
(This most occult thing)
Is buried deep in the soul
(It's 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 bounteous 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 to fire or theft
It's always around
When trouble is gone the pleasure is left
I've always found
It's burglar-proof same as the treasure
Man lays up in heaven worth a price no one can measure
That says a lot
So joy spring this fountain of pleasure
That's deep inside you let me inform you in all truth
Ponce de Leon sought this
When he was searching for the fountain of youth

Ol' Ponce de Leon laughed so much he
Never did find the magic fountain
But many people with a well-adjusted
Spirit they could hear it when y'told
'Em 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 y'just exactly how the story goes
It involves a firm conviction in another previous life giving your mind a chance to fly
Fly aroun' the universe investigating other
Galaxies 'n' certain other subtle
Types o'life trying t'dig it getting
Pretty well-acquainted with a lot of
Other strife an' pretty much acquiring
Yourself plenty of education
Pretty soon here comes earth birth
'N then y'ready t'put it all t'work
But soon as you're finished being born
You start forgetting what you knew
'Cause you're another kinda you
A reincarnation manifestation
Of spirit in sensation

Y'really got that right
The average person isn't bright
Not so bright that they recall the fatal fall
Down here t' this earth
Their minds disguise their death to spirit
Life and call it birth
That's their reason for forgetting and they find it very upsetting when reminded
Tell 'em they've lived before
They'll show y' 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
Unimaginative and ignorant of falling from a star
Here they come, there they are, there they go
Life is over in a minute an' they never dug
It in it or enjoy a minute of it
'Cause they put too much above it that was gross
Something that was worth a couple bucks at mos'

So there is the reason that the maker of man
Included there in his plan
A certain fountain deep withing
Where there was laughter, youth 'n' gold
For human beings t'have 'n' hold
'N share the memory of where we've all been

Brothers called Grimm knew chances were slim'
Anybody would dig that the human soul was Snow White
And the Seven Dwarfs were seven tempers in man
Whose digging out the gold completes the plan
An Bacon was hip that Shakespeare couldn't read
And so he gave him all the rhymes
That have lasted 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 lotsa 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 that spring of joy
That the Father put inside of every
Single girl and boy

Show time! Everyone's on
Let's hit the stage
It's show time everyone an' proceed to act your age

Whatever you're frowning at is funny
Enough f'laughing
So you're wasting all your humor on a frown
While you're bringing your spirit down

You gotta book yourself a comic in your act
Without some laughter life's a maudlin
Farce 'n' that's a fact

Once you know about the spring you always can smile
It becomes your one expression
And you're always wearing it like the
Buddhas do

We sing a spring
(Sing joy spring)
A rare and most mysterious spring
(This most occult thing)
Is buried deep in the soul
(It's 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 bounteous 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 to fire or theft
It's always around
When trouble is gone the pleasure
Is left I've always found
It's burglar-proof same as the treasure
Man lays up in heaven worth a
Price no one can measure
That says a lot
So joy spring this fountain of pleasure
That's deep inside you let me inform
You in all truth
Ponce de Leon sought this
When he was searching
For the fountain of youth
I say in truth he
Sought a magical thing
For he was searching
For the joy spring