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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 story
There'll always be music
Rain makes rhythmic sounds when it's falling
There's music in a newborn 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 as long as
There's a story to be told
There'll always be music 'cause music is
The voice of the story
There'll always be music
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