When She Makes Music

All she has to do is say "Hello"

And that's the sweetest melody I know

The sound of angels singing soft and low

When she makes music

Her 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 she makes music

Any time she breathes a sigh

The symphony begins

Every time she 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 she is far away or very near

She makes music only I can hear.

Every time she 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 she is far away or very near

She makes music only I can hear.