We sing a spring   (Sing joy spring)   A rare and most mysterious spring   (This most occult thing)   Is buried deep in the soul   (It's story never has been told)      The joy spring, the fountain of pleasure   Is deep inside you whether you're diggin' it or not   Once you're aware of this spring   You'll know that it's the greatest    Treasure you've got   And furthermore   The joy spring, the bounteous treasure   Cannot be bartered away and never   Can be sold   Nothing can take it from you   It's yours and yours alone to have   And to hold   And something more:   It never is lost to fire or theft   It's always around   When trouble is gone the pleasure   Is left I've always found   It's burglar-proof same as the treasure   Man lays up in heaven worth a   Price no one can measure   that says a lot   So joy spring this fountain of pleasure   That's deep inside you let me inform   You in all truth *(to Coda second time)   Ponce de Leon sought this   When he was searchin' for the fountain of youth      Ol' Ponce de Leon laughed so much he    Never did find the magic fountain   But many people with a well-adjusted   Spirit they could hear it when y'told   'em it was there tellin' them was   Like tellin' it on the mountain      It's quite a life havin' the gift of    laughter I'm a man who knows in a   minute I can tell y'just exactly how the story goes   It involves a firm conviction in another    previous life givin' your mind a chance to fly   Fly aroun' the universe investigatin' other   galaxies n' certain other subtle   types o'life tryin' t'dig it gettin'   pretty well-acquainted with a lot of   other strife an' pretty much acquirin'   yourself plenty of education   pretty soon here comes earth birth   'n then y'ready t'put it all t'work   but soon as you're finished bein' born   you start forgettin' what you knew   'Cause you're another kinda you - a   reincarnation manifestation   of spirit in sensation      Y'really got that right   The average person isn't bright   not so bright that they recall the fatal fall   down here t' this earth   their minds disguise their death to spirit   life and call it birth   that's their reason for forgetting and they    find it very upsetting when reminded    tell 'em they've lived before   They'll show y' the nearest open door   Gotta have feelin' while dealin' with   walkers in their sleep   they can't imagine somethin' as deep      Here they come - here they come - there they are   Unimaginative and ignorant of falling from a star   Here they come - there they are - there they go   Life is over in a minute an' they never dug   it in it or enjoy a minute of it   'cause they put too much above it   that was gross   somethin' that was worth a couple bucks   at mos'      So there is the reason that the maker of man   included there in his plan   A certain fountain deep within'   where there was laughter, youth 'n gold   for human beings t'have 'n hold   'n share the memory of where we've all been      Brothers called Grimm knew chances were slim'   Anybody would dig that the human soul    was Snow White   and the Seven Dwarfs were seven tempers    in man    whose digging out the gold completes    the plan   An Bacon was hip that Shakespeare    couldn't read   and so he gave him all the rhymes   that have lasted through the years   and kept eternal truths alive through   several centuries   That's how we know them now    they lasted 'cause they're true      What was it from "MacBeth?"   "Life's but a walking shadow   a player poor   that struts and frets upon the stage   and's seen no more   A tale that truly has an idiotic ring   That's full of lotsa sound and fury   signifying nothing..."      That's right signifying nothing   I'll repeat it! Nothing   Don't forget it - Nothing   And that's the reason for that spring    of joy   That the Father put inside of every   single girl and boy      Show time! Everyone's on   let's hit the stage   It's show time everyone an' proceed    to act your age      Whatever you're frownin' at is funny   enough f'laughin'   so you're wastin' all your humor on a frown   While you're bringin' your spirit down      You gotta book yourself a comic in your act   without some laughter life's a maudlin   farce 'n that's a fact      Once you know about the spring you always can smile   It becomes your one expression   and you're always wearin' it like the    Buddhas do      (Repeat Intro to *)   (Coda)   Ponce de Leon sought this   When he was searchin'    for the fountain of youth   I say in truth he   sought a magical thing   For he was searchin'   for the joy spring