There's gotta be a song left to sing Cause everybody can't have thought of everything One little song that ain't been sung One little rag that ain't been wrung out completely yet Has got a little left One little drop of falling rain One little chance to try again One little bird who makes it home every now and then One little piece of endless sky One little taste of cherry pie One little week in paradise And I start thinking There's gotta be a song left to sing Cause everybody can't have thought of everything One little note that ain't been used One little word that ain't been abused a thousand times In a thousand rhymes One little drop of falling rain One little chance to try again One little bird who makes it home every now and then One little piece of endless sky One little taste of cherry pie One little week in paradise And come back singing There's gotta be a song left to sing Cause everybody can't have thought of everything One little song that ain't been sung One little rag that ain't been wrung out completely yet Till there's nothing left