When He Makes Music

All he has to do is say "hello"
And that's the sweetest melody i know
The sound 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

Any time he breathes a sigh
The symphony begins
Every time he says "goodbye"
A million violins start crying

The song is sad until we meet again
We kiss and then the song is sweet again
But whether he is far away or very near
He makes music only i can hear

Whether he is far away or very near
He makes music only i can hear