A mother sings as she rocks her babies. Children sing the noted nursery rhymes. The old church bell is ringing for the Sunday morning singing. Music is as old as the time. As the farmer works the fields he sings a song. The songbirds in the trees sing along. And the wind makes melodies as it whistles through the trees. Man's burdens are made lighter with a song. There'll always be music as long as there's a story to be told. There'll always be music cause music is the voice of the song. There'll always be music. Rain makes rhytmic sounds when it's falling. There's music in a new born baby's cry. There's music all around and there is no sweeter sound. For that's the way a man expresses life. In heaven there's a choir of angels singing. We often heard about God's angel band. Music will live on when men on earth are gone. There'll still be music in that promised land. There'll always be music