I’ve Got To Sing My Song – Oleta Adams

I know it’s late
I couldn’t wait to call you on the phone
‘Tis been a while since I’ve been home
All of this was my own choice
‘Cause the man upstairs has given me this voice
No matter how long it takes
No matter how hard the breaks
I’ve gotta use it
Or lose it
I just can’t stand to refuse
Chance to do what I gotta do
I gotta sing my song

Sing the hatred into love
Sing a praise to heaven and above
Sing the tears into a smile yeah
Sing into a feeling
This is all worthwhile
Sing it high, sing it low
Sing from deep within my soul
Sing it loud and make it clear
Sing so everyone can hear
Could it be Lord, chosen me because
I’d be nothing
If I couldn’t sing
My song

By the way may I say thank you
For the love you’ve shown
All of these years since I’ve been born
Papa thought I was college-bound
And you expected me to settle down
I’m not ignoring what you had in mind
Neither do I wanna sound unkind
Before I give up
I gotta live up
To a challenge to do my thing

I gotta cut loose the April strings
Oh I’ve gotta sing my song

(All I wanna do is)
Sing the hatred into love
Sing a praise, to the heaven and above
Sing the tears into a smile yeah
Sing into a feeling
This is all worthwhile
Sing it high, sing it low
Sing from deep within my soul
Sing it loud, and make it clear
Sing so every one can hear
Could it be Lord, chosen me because
I’d be nothing
If I couldn’t sing
My song