Music Mountain

Hanging from the slender silken threads
Along the summer-scented dells
Are tiny jingling bells
That you hear as you venture near
The Music Mountain.
The water chimes bewitching sounds
Sail on a sympathetic tune
Between the mountains and the moon
As they play through the night and the day
On Music Mountain.
And the sound manifests itself as a symphony,
A mighty symphony,
Flowing down the canyons,
Through the misty clouds.
And across the streams of melody
The crashing cymbals crash,
The crashing cymbals crash into eternity…
Listen to the singing in the trees;
Listen to the ringing bells appeal
With all that they reveal
As chimes reflect the times
On Music Mountain.
And the sound manifests itself as a symphony,
A mighty symphony,
Flowing down the canyons,
Through the misty clouds.
And across the streams of melody
The crashing cymbals crash,
The crashing cymbals crash into eternity…
Listen to the singing in the trees;
Listen to the ringing bells appeal
With all that they reveal
As chimes reflect the times
On Music Mountain.