I'm playing my guitar while my sister bangs the jar. The glass sets up a sound like people laughing. It's going to my brain and it's easing all my pain. I must hear this sound again 'cause time is passing. Mmm.. I'm walking by the sea and the shingle sings for me. The crabs are swimming down among the starfish. The rocks all clatter down and the seagulls fly around. But the whole trip rubs it in that time is passing passing. . Find it I got to hear it all again. My heart has heard the sound of harmony. Blind to it as my tears fall again. It's only by the music I'll be free. . There's something in the whisper of the trees. Millions hear it still they can't believe. There are echoes of it splashing in the waves. As an empire of dead men leave their graves. Don't listen to people talk don't listen to 'em selling souls. Don't listen to me or words from men above. Don't hear it in your needs and don't hear it in your greeds. Just hear it in the sound of time a-passing. Find it I got to hear it all again. My heart has heard the sound of harmony. Blind to it as my tears fall again. It's only by the music I'll be free.