I Could Go On Singing (Till The Cows Come Home) - Judy Garland

When a dove is in love, with a doll of a dove

He is out all night coo cooing

When the owl’s on the prowl for a feminine fowl

He goes out all night woo wooing

Every bird and bee has its lunacy

In the way he works his dream off

But when I feel high, here’s the way that I

Like to get my kind of steam off:

Owls hoo hoo

Others sigh

Doves coo coo

Ah, but I…

I could go on singing, till the cows come home

And the rooster starts to crow, crow, crow

When I see your eyes, I go all out

I must vocalize till you shout «Enough already!»

I could go on singing, till the moon turns pink

Anything from Faust to Ink-a-dink-a-dink

Love does funny things, when it hits you this way!

Repeat Chorus

I must keep on singing, like a lark, going strong

With my heart on the wings of a song, singing day!