If we would only take a look around us,
perhaps we'd be surprised at what we see,
then we might hear another way,
the melody of life each day,
and stop accepting things so casually.
It's going for a song, the song of life is free,
and no way we belong makes it the sweeter for me,
It's going for a song, life and its melody,
and if we love someone, it's sweet harmony.
The night will swirl some music through the tree tops,
and nightingales sing us their serenades
And down below the lovers know,
those songs above are for their love,
and everyone of them is Heaven-made.