I hear music, mighty fine music.
The murmur of a morning breeze up there,
The rattle of the milkman on the stair.
Sure that's music, mighty fine music.
The singing of a sparrow in the sky,
The perking of the coffee right near by.
That's my favorite melody;
You, my angel, phoning me.
I hear music, mighty fine music.
And anytime I think my world is wrong,
I get me out of bed and sing this song.
That's my favorite melody;
You, my angel, phoning me.
I hear music, mighty fine music.
And anytime I think my world is wrong,
I get me out of bed and sing this song.
*Heard this on the radio today. Not sure who sang it. There have been many.
The murmur of a morning breeze up there,
The rattle of the milkman on the stair.
Sure that's music, mighty fine music.
The singing of a sparrow in the sky,
The perking of the coffee right near by.
That's my favorite melody;
You, my angel, phoning me.
I hear music, mighty fine music.
And anytime I think my world is wrong,
I get me out of bed and sing this song.
That's my favorite melody;
You, my angel, phoning me.
I hear music, mighty fine music.
And anytime I think my world is wrong,
I get me out of bed and sing this song.
*Heard this on the radio today. Not sure who sang it. There have been many.
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