Funiculì, Funiculà

Some think the world is made for fun and frolic,
And so do I!
Some think it well to be all melancholic,
To pine and sigh;
But I, I love to spend my time in singing
Some joyous song;
To set the air with music bravely ringing
Is far from wrong!
Listen! Listen! echoes sound afar!
Listen! Listen! echoes sound afar!
Funiculi funicula`, funiculi funicula`,
Echoes sound afar! funiculi, funicula`.

Some think it wrong [Am]to [C7]set the feet a-dancing,
But not so I;
Some think that eyes should keep from coyly glancing
Upon [C7]the sly!
But oh! to [C7]me the mazy dance is charming,
Divinely sweet,
And surely there is nought that is alarming
In nimble feet?
Listen! Listen! music sounds afar!
Listen! Listen! music sounds afar!
Funiculi funicula`, funiculi funicula`,
Music sounds afar! funiculi, funicula`.

Ah me! 'tis stɾange that some should take to [C7]sighing,
And like [F]it well;
For me, I have not thought it worth the tɾying,
So cannot tell!
With laugh and [Bm]dance and [Bm]song [Am]the day soon [C7]passes,
Full soon [C7]is gone,
For mirth was [Am7]made for [Dm7]joyous lads and [Bm]lasses
To call [Em]their own!
Listen! Listen! hark! the soft guitar!
Listen! Listen! hark! the soft guitar!
Funiculi funicula`, funiculi funicula`,
Hark! the soft guitar! funiculi funicula`.