A golden thread leading to another world
The chords of hope light the room and darkened walls
Sound of the horn its magic fills the evening air
Sound of a horn in melancholy cheer
Do not despair music's everywhere
Do not despair music's everywhere
For those who dwell on the magic of the evening air
Do not despair music's everywhere
The fading light at dusk begins to fall
And hunched he sits guitar in hand face turned towards the wall
A London bedsit stands with shutters closed
But the thinnest string brings forth the sweetest notes
Do not despair music's everywhere
Do not despair music's everywhere
For those who dwell on the magic of the evening air
Do not despair music's everywhere
Where is the secret land living by the breeze?
Where is the River Man hidden by the trees?
A golden thread leading to another world
The chords of hope warm the hearts and darkened walls
A horn does sound the parting of the day
A horn does sound the parting of the ways
Do not despair music's everywhere
Do not despair music's everywhere
For those who dwell on the magic of the evening air
Do not despair music's everywhere
Music's everywhere
Music's everywhere
