oh the sound of the thing is not a ring it’s more like a pleasant purr
and the only sound i hear at night is the sound of my purring air-conditioner
the air is pure and dehumidified thermostatically controlled
now i have no desire to perspire and that’s how progress goes
but the sound of their singing thrilled me as distantly but clearly it rang
though i never saw their faces and never knew their names
and the gentle breeze brought sweet dreams of sweethearts that i never saw
who sang you are my sunshine in newport arkansas