A mother sings as she rocks her babies

Children sing the noted nursery rhymes

The old church bell is ringing for the Sunday morning singing

Music is as old as the time



As the farmer works the fields he sings a song

The songbirds in the trees sing along

And the wind makes melodies as it whistles through the trees

Man's burdens are made lighter with a song



There'll always be music as long as there's a story to be told

There'll always be music cause music is the voice of the song

There'll always be music



Rain makes rhytmic sounds when it's falling

There's music in a new born baby's cry

There's music all around and there is no sweeter sound

For that's the way a man expresses life



In heaven there's a choir of angels singing

We often heard about God's angel band

Music will live on when men on earth are gone

There'll still be music in that promised land



There'll always be music...