Listen, we are singing to you both near and far, Listen, we are singing to tell you who we are. We're kids from every corner of this beautiful earth, This whole shining globe is the land of our birth. Whether we speak in Hindi, French or Japanese Russian or Swahili, Turkish or Chinese, Whether we talk in English, Spanish or Greek Music is a language all of us speak. Music, Music, this song is for you. Oh, Music, we're singing 'bout you.
Music can be simple, pure as a child, Or grand and majestic, ancient and wild.
Music can be airy or dense as the ground, It can build up freedom and tear a tyrant down. Music can be brassy as the Fourth of July, Or soft, sweet and tender as a mother's sigh. Music can be jubilant as a winning team, Or sad as a family with a shattered dream. And when we fool ourselves then you show us what's true. Music, Music, your notes are like streams, Each one takes us down to the sea of our dreams.