Laura Veirs - Can't Help But Sing

Slow ringing bells in the high hollow tree
Swallows are flying o'er the rolling green
Sheets are all twisted and I toss in my sleep
I toss in my sleep

And my bitter, cold heart can't help but sing
Can't help but sing
Sing

Put a saddle on a horse and there's a light in Spring
You can't see a star till it's there to be seen
I move along the water to the open sea
To the open sea

And my bitter, cold heart can't help but sing
Can't help but sing
Sing
Sing
Sing

Can't help but sing
Can't help but sing
Can't help but sing