Music is my World. It is all around me.
Its in the toads croak and the wind through the trees.
In the dropp of each step, in everything I believe,
There is music in this world, music that remains to be seen.
Music is my World as it is within it.
Found where the tack is, anywhere you pin it.
Music in the east, in the ringing of a gong,
Music in the west, where I call home;
Music up north, where the winters are cold,
Music down south, where drums drone
Through the deserts, dry as a bone.
No matter where I have been, a melody has been played,
A song has been song.
It is nice to know we are not the only ones
Who gather around a piano or strum a guitar,
At holidays, weddings, or with friends;
Music is within my world, whether or not it intends,
To be near to me or not, it is never very far.
Music is my World. Sometimes it is all I can think of.
It makes me feel as I wish, music can make some fall in love.
How easily I forget the news in the paper and words that are read,