It's just another melody
The wind harp song
Set out to be free
And for the heart to long
Feeling of inner touch
Moods of inside out
With their swinging lots
And sometimes its doubt
It’s only simple and free
Swing moods of time
Lots of a saying to be
Weavings in pantomime
Nothing much set for
Coming just in easy
Soft timbres of for more
When the day’s breezy
It‘s only a melody
Trying to reach the heart
Leaves of a summer tree
When days again start
Those are songs of a hit
So you can sing along
Both simplicity and wit
Must be in each its song
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