Music, sound!
The sun comes up with eyes from heads bend down
Golden lines are written on the page
Walk outside, your child's doing musical plays
On the musical playground
Golden rays are coming from his eyes
Your baby's alive
The park is full but every man
Has all the room in the world
To tell his girl she's pretty in his eyes
And then the girl grabs her strings
She loves to play. She loves to sing, Hark!
Here those angels singing in the park
That my baby's alive
Thank God