"Born To Sing" de Colm T. Wilkinson, Eurovisión 1978

I said: "It would never work", you said: "Let us try"
I said: "I'm a travelling man who will only make you cry"
And when the feeling hit me and I had to move along
You said: "You were right, I guess, you must sing your song"

And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
And I missed you in the morning, but most of all at night
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might

I lie in bed and watch the shadows moving on the wall
And the loneliness is killing me, so I turn the radio on
And I need you now, I want you in the slow morning light
And the music makes it easier, but it doesn't make it right

And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
And I missed you in the morning, but most of all at night
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might

Some day I hope you will understand why I live this way
Songs keep moving in my head, this music I must play
So I pack my bags and once again I get out on the road
Another day, maybe tonight, I might catch my soul

And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
And I missed you in the morning, oh but most of all at night
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might

And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
And I missed you in the morning, oh but most of all at night
And I couldn't stop the music (Couldn't stop the music)
No, I couldn't stop the music

Because I... hey, I was born... born to sing...
Born to sing... born to sing... born to sing...