Days are long
Life is hard
But when you sing me a song
Since your an expert bard
The time goes by faster
From the soothing sound of your voice
Its pitch almost as perfect as it's caster
I'm put into submission and left with no choice
How am I supposed to ignore such a tender rhythm
The pitch you broadcaste stops me in my trace
How your sound could be so beautiful I cannot fathom
The only thing more alluring is your lovely face