The music’s hidden in the waters
Of the river slowly flowing south,
In rising Sun and different matters
In daily bustle you think about.
At night, the music’s heard in shining
Of stars and Moon in a silver crown,
It’s heard when cruel wind’s aligning
The autumn leaves falling down.
The music lives in echoes sounding
Among the mountains covered with snow.
There is the music in the rounding
Of car’s wheels that’ll bring you home.
There is the music in the raindrops’ knocking,
In seagulls’ crying over dark blue sea.
The music sounds when your love is talking,
The music lives in any thing you see.
And when you hear it, standing on the ground
Among so many things you know and have no clue,
You can be sure that every little sound
Is the voice of God, who, by the music, speaks to you.