[female
vocals] (
Gentle,
slow
piano
notes
echoing
in
a
quiet
room)
Music
is
the
art
we
hold
so
dear,
A
sound
that
travels
softly
to
the
ear.
We
sing
our
songs
when
days
feel
long
and
cold,
A
story
of
the
heart
that’
s
being
told.
We
play
the
strings
and
let
the
voices
rise,
Beneath
the
gray
and
slowly
turning
skies.
It’
s
how
we
reach
for
something
far
away,
To
fill
the
silence
of
a
lonely
day.
Oh,
music
is
the
rhythm
in
the
soul,
A
healing
touch
that
makes
the
broken
whole.
With
steady
beats
like
clocks
upon
the
wall,
We
learn
to
stand
before
we
start
to
fall.
And
look
at
how
the
beat
begins
to
play,
A
steady
pulse
that
guides
us
on
our
way.
Like
ticking
clocks
that
count
the
passing
time,
We
listen
to
the
rhythm
and
the
rhyme.
And
rhythm
is
the
pattern
that
we
know,
Of
long
and
short,
of
how
the
whispers
go.
Sometimes
it’
s
fast,
sometimes
it’
s
very
slow,
A
gentle
stream
where
quiet
waters
flow.
Oh,
music
is
the
rhythm
in
the
soul,
A
healing
touch
that
makes
the
broken
whole.
With
steady
beats
like
clocks
upon
the
wall,
We
learn
to
stand
before
we
start
to
fall.
When
we
are
singing,
using
just
our
voice,
To
find
a
melody
is
such
a
choice.
We
sing
alone
inside
the
fading
light,
Or
sing
with
others
through
the
longest
night.
Musical
instruments
wait
upon
the
shelf,
To
help
us
find
a
mirror
of
ourself.
The
drum,
the
piano,
guitar,
and
the
flute,
A
shaker
sound
that
leaves
the
room
quite
mute.
Oh,
music
is
the
rhythm
in
the
soul,
A
healing
touch
that
makes
the
broken
whole.
With
steady
beats
like
clocks
upon
the
wall,
We
learn
to
stand
before
we
start
to
fall.
Musical
notes
are
symbols
on
the
page,
To
mark
the
time
and
set
the
lonely
stage.
And
Do,
Re,
Mi,
Fa,
Sol,
we
hum
so
low,
To
learn
the
pitches
as
we
watch
them
go.
It’
s
hard
to
find
the
harmony
we
need,
When
life
is
just
a
solitary
seed.
Oh,
music
is
the
rhythm
in
the
soul,
A
healing
touch
that
makes
the
broken
whole.
With
steady
beats
like
clocks
upon
the
wall,
We
learn
to
stand
before
we
start
to
fall.
We
sing
our
song
to
chase
the
dark
away,
Until
the
rhythm
brings
another
day. (
Slow
piano
fade)
Just
music
left,
to
guide
us
home
tonight. (
Final
soft
note)