Many's the time I've sung with you   Many's the time I've read your words   Something told me I could see you   Needless to say you and me differ as to country and language   But it's my feeling that some things are the same as you   Your voice reminds me of my childhood      Many's the time I've sung with you   Many's the time I was touched by your cry   You're heard singing in the distance   Needless to say, you and me differ as to place and knowledge of life   But it's my feeling that something's congenial to you   I was sick for your zest of making      I can hear you singing in the distance now   I wish it could last   Your melody straightens me up   I'm sick for your zest of making      Many's the time I've sung with you   Many's the time I've read your words   Something told me I could see you   Needless to say, you and me differ as to country and language   Needless to say, you and me differ as to place and knowledge of life   But it's my feeling that some things are the same as you   Your voice reminds me of my childhood      It's wonderful how many songs you make   I thought how and why   The thing is, you really need a sound   You'll really need a melody for someone   For yourself      Many's the time I've sung with you   Many's the time I've sung with you