Its good to sing when no one can hear.
How my happiness flies like the wind.

How my voice echoes soft and so crystal clear.
And the sound rebounds in the recoil.

Its good to sing when no one can hear.
My life shines thru, even in night.

How my voice carries the soul to a higher off place.
And a guitar strum penetrates the melody.

Its good to sing when no one can hear.
A happy tune sung all to myself.

Its mine alone, and no one can adhere.
To this beat that hits, only to mine ears.

Its good to sing when no one can hear.
My breath takes the notes and creates a song.

How happy it sounds and how dear.
It plays for me in my sleep, and in dreams.

Its good to sing when no one can hear.
No one to record of my tidings.

How my emotions turn pure gold, how my life turns into diamond.
How the sadness has faded and gone away.

Its good to sing when no one can hear…

No one to hear me, when im at my best, and so crystal clear…