Sing your sweetest tune, my friend I know my minutes will not be wasted And the time will freeze As the teak trees are chanting The birds are flowing along your vocals It lets the chill breezes up them fur Ol' Jon, how can I immortalize that shiver Don't stand behind the curtain Don't ask em for no rags I know you are not poor my friend The cities are harsh, The times are getting rushed And the leaves of the frailest plants are cornered Ol' Jon save them with your flower Hear, those people are cheerin my friend Inside a library in a far suburban town They asked for more The voice they haven't heard before Though the town is harsh And the time too is rushed But alas, I wish the whole world could hear you sing Ol' Jon, get out there and show your power Ol' Jon, how can I immortalize your songs? Ol' Jon, yes you are everyone's lover