When I Hear the Music Play

Once I sat with a clarinet,
and learned the my father knew.
And he would play the violin,
so sweetly went that tune for two.
Then youth and years became a measure,
yet still the notes rang on and on,
Now passing time's become a treasure,
and all of life's become a song.
On shadowed lands with grasses sighing,
I've come to know just what they say,
"Always shall your heart go flying,
when you hear the music play.

When stinging storms they gather 'round me,
and shadows settle dark and deep,
Symphonies of wind surround me,
and in them I shall find my sleep.
Darkest dreams of fear and sorrow,
fiendish faces fall away,
For they know that I will find tomorrow,
when I hear the music play.

So beat again the drums of thunder,
tinny troubadours tap on,
I will listen for the sounds of children,
for they shall play when we are gone.
Finest fugues on wood and silver,
simple songs of yesterday,
Never shall my heart be broken,
when I hear the music play.
Finest fugues on wood and silver,
simple songs of yesterday,
Never shall my heart be broken,
when I hear the music play.