Strange Music
HARLAN THOMPSON, HARRY ARCHER
Soft breeze, whispering trees
The summer winds are sighing
The leaves are lullabying
Violins are all around you
I can hear the chords resound
Of sounding brass
That seems to say I've found
I've found you, I've found you.
Strange music in my ears
Only now as you spoke, did it start.
Strange music of the sphere
Could its lovely hum be coming from my heart?
You appear and I hear song sublime
Song that I'm incapable of.
So Dear, let me hold you near
While we treasure every measure,
So that time can never change
The strange, new music of love.
So Dear, let me hold you near
While we treasure every measure,
So that time can never change
The strange, new music of love.