时间：2009-10-20
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My father's pride was in his hands
the piano was his soul
I watched in wonder
As he played show tunes
miles off from rock and roll
what he loved he taught me
now music's what I do
And often when I'm writing
In my hands
dad's there too
If I sing
you are the music
If I fly
you're why I'm good
If my hands can find some magic
you're the one who said they could
When the child who's still inside me
finds a song in empty air
When there is joy in making music
It is you who put it there
My dad grew old
his hands grew numb
And now he can not play
I came to visit
He sat and asked me
how it could be this way
I couldn't find an answer
I played this tune for him instead
My father sat there smiling
For he knew what it said
If I sing you are the music
If I love you taught me how
Every day your heart is beating
In the man that I am now
If my ears are tuned to wonder
If when I reach
The chords are there
If there is joy in making music
It's a joy that we both share
I never told you
It took time till I could see
That if I sing
You are the music
And you'll always sing in me
Yes you'll always live in me
