We'Re Passing Through Life On a Song
From the nursery-rhyme tunes of the children,
To the funeral dirge played at the end,
You wander through life in the arms of a song,
And the music’s your favorite friend.
From those rock-n-roll songs with your sweetheart,
To the music on her wedding day,
The organ was playing and your eyes were blurring
As you watched her and him drive away…
The song doesn’t last, no, it’s fading too fast,
And you can’t hold the note very long,
It’s a little off key but it warms you and me:
We’re passing through life on a song.
From those uncensored songs when you’re drinking,
To the taps at the soldier’s farewell,
Those lullabies crooned to your very first child,
To those hymns that brought you home from Hell.
As hamlet might say, the question in this:
To sing or not to sing?
The answer’s so easy and I know you know—
Yes, your life is a song on the wing…
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