I'll sing for my supper,
with this song I wrote.
You can sing along with me,
if you know it by rote.

I have nothing to give you,
except this sweet song.
Nothing to give you,
but you can sing-along.

(Refrain)

I sing for your sweet wine,
I'm hungry for your love,
my song and your sweetness,
fits us both like a glove.

(Refrain)

If you don't take my offer,
I will bid you adieu,
I'll sing somewhere else,
but my heart will miss you.

(Refrain)

Apologies to minstrels gone before.

You can view me singing these lyrics here.

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7/18/21

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