Текст песни When He Makes Music

All he has to do is say hello,
and thats the sweetest melody I know.
The sounds of angels singing soft and low, when he makes music.

His laughter is an echo in the breeze,
that hushes larks and thrushes in the trees.
And calms the wave that rushes from the seas, when he makes music.
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Anytime he breathes a sigh a symphony begin, everytime he says goodby
a million, violins start crying.

And so he says until we meet again,
we kiss and then the song is sweet again.
Though, whether he is far away or very near,
he makes music only I can hear, he makes music only I can hear.