Life is like a song to sing
With measured beats and phrases
With bended notes and
some repeats
Music through the ages
That brings the highs, the lows,
the swells
Sometimes it's for an ending
Bringing other songs to sing,
ascending, descend ing
I'm learning how to listen,
how to hear a melody
how to hear the song I'm singing,
how to feel and let it be
and listen for the song,
knowing how it goes
And listen to the melody that
flows
Mu sic is a lover with shiny
golden wings
That whispers in the lover's ear
And dances when it sings
And since variations are an everlasting theme,
it's either love or sorrow on the scene.
I've learned how to listen, for the songs I name and sign,
and claim as a possession and say that they are mine.
Cause everybody knows that song
s come from out of the blue
And I'm learning how to hear the changes too
I'm learning how to listen
how to hear a melody, how to hear the song I'm singing,
how to feel and let it be, and
And listen for the song,
know ing how it goes
And listen for the melody that flows
And listen for the melody that
flows.
you