This is it
In fields of purple
Clouds a swirling grey
A cellist stood
And she began to play
A sweet, mellow sound filling the air
Her story, her tale to the meadow she shares
Rising and falling with eagles a three
Wings broad, chests proud, completely free
Rain pouring on the cellists' face
Her song she plays picks up the pace
Magnificent lightning, thunder a bass
Black clouds lining the sky like lace
The storm is coming but still she plays
The soft crisp Autumn air in her face
And now can you see what music really is?
It's life, it's the storm, its the cellist...This is it.
Clouds a swirling grey
A cellist stood
And she began to play
A sweet, mellow sound filling the air
Her story, her tale to the meadow she shares
Rising and falling with eagles a three
Wings broad, chests proud, completely free
Rain pouring on the cellists' face
Her song she plays picks up the pace
Magnificent lightning, thunder a bass
Black clouds lining the sky like lace
The storm is coming but still she plays
The soft crisp Autumn air in her face
And now can you see what music really is?
It's life, it's the storm, its the cellist...This is it.