A mother sings as she rocks her babies Children sing the noted nursery rhymes The old church bell is ringing For the Sunday morning singing Music is as old as the time As the farmer works the fields, he sings a song The songbirds in the trees sing along The wind makes melodies As it whistles through the trees Man's burdens are made lighter with a song There'll always be music as long as there's a story to be told There'll always be music 'cause music is the voice of the soul There'll always be music Rain makes rhythmic sounds when it's falling There's music in a newborn baby's cry There's music all around And there is no sweeter sound For that's the way a man expresses life In heaven there's a choir of angels singing We often heard about God's angel band Music will live on When men on earth are gone There'll still be music in that promised land There'll always be music as long as there's a story to be told There'll always be music 'cause music is the voice of the soul There'll always be music