I shall sing to you of roses
I shall sing you of the sun
A melody so marvelous
And it's only just begun
If you listen to the music
You can hear your old world sing
Of the beauty that surrounds you
Lies within each waiting thing
When your eyes chance fail to wonder
Then allow your ears to see
Just listen to the music
Let the music set you free
Oh, a blind man can know beauty
Just as well as you or me
He listens for the music
Of a world he cannot see
At the dawn he hears the waking song
Of a lark upon a limb
In the eveningtide he hears the strains
Of a nightingale's violin
Now the music flows in patterns
Wafts along a gentle air
Leaves a note upon your pillow
And a ribbon for your long black hair
And the heavens with their clouds of down
Move across the breaking day
So shall such lines of music
Smooth a rhythm across your face
And the books you read with feeling
Don't dismiss before you start
To listen to the music
Of the words from the poet's heart
I shall sing to you of roses
I shall sing you of the sun
A melody so marvelous
And it's only just begun