| He'd sing his song almost every night | |
| Wishing she was there behind the light | |
| The people danced and sang along | |
| On the cardboard stage, he never sang it wrong | |
| And the piper played the tune | |
| And the drummer wore his spurs | |
| But the song that the singer sang was for her | |
| Now the singer's song is never heard | |
| And the visions he once saw have disappeared | |
| Now they never dance or sing along | |
| But on the cardboard stage, he never sang it wrong | |
| And the piper played the tune | |
| And the drummer wore his spurs | |
| But the song that the singer sang was for her |