My father's pride
Was in his hands
The piano was his soul
I watched him wondered
As he played show tums
Miles from rock and roll
What he loved
He tought me
Now music's what I do
And often
When I'm writing
In my hands
Dad's there too
If I sing
You are the music
If I fly
You're why I'm good
If my hands
Can find some magic
You're the one
Who said they could
When the child
Who's still inside me
Find the song in empty air
When there is joy
In making music
It is you Dad
There
My dad grew old
His hands grew numbed
And now he cannot play
I came to visit
He sat and asked me
How could it be this way?
I couldn't find an answer
I played this tum for him instead
My father sat there smiling
For he knew
What is said
If I sing
You are the music
If I love
You tought me how
Every day your heart is beating
In the man that I am now
If my years are tum to wonder
If when I reach the cords I've hear
If there is joy in making music
It's the joy that we both share
I never told you
It took time till I could see
That If I sing
You are the music
And you always sing
In me
Yes, you always live in me