Every day a symphony.
The score was written on stems of green
In notes of glistening dew
And opened with a chorus of birds
And a fanfare of light bursting through
The wind took hold, of a wheatfield of gold
That with baton like movements did sway
Conducting the highs, conducting the lows
Conducting the dawn of the day
Every day a symphony
Every moment a wondrous tune
From the rising of the Adagio sun
To the fall of the Bel canto moon
Bass and drums meet, in a thundercloud beat
And the powerchord lightning bolts flash
From the swirling seas motion, comes the sound of an organ
And watery cymbals that clash
And the spidery accoustic strings of the wood
Are strummed by the touch of a breeze
Waking the bells, that sleep in the dells
And shaking the tambourine trees
Every day a symphony
Every moment a wondrous tune
From the rising of the Adagio sun
To the fall of the Bel canto moon
The mountains sing high, the valleys sing low
And share the glockenspiel streams
The flowers emerge, and fill up the air
With the scent of sweet violins
So open your eyes, and open your ears
Join the starlings and flock to the gig
And meet me on that that bridge in the sky
Where the sun and the rain dance a jig
Every day a symphony
Every day a wondrous tune
From the rising of the Adagio sun
To the fall of the Bel canto moon.
Thanks for listening, this could have been a whole lot longer, but i cut some verses, to keep you from falling asleep. Thanks to Bob dylan, and that great song of his, that was an inspiration for this.