The singer sings his song

the singer sings his song
all nights i hear him playing long
every time i hear his voice
i forget the world and love this boy

i see worlds behind his eyes
with love and life and wide blue skies
they come right out of his heart
and he brings so near what’s mostly far

he keeps singing day by day
there are flowers in the songs that he plays
he is bringing fantasies
there are joyful rainbows in his melodies
he’s going on
he and his song
they are one

the singer sings his song
he goes on playing on and on
still when people they are gone
he keeps singing about the moon and sun

he forgets the audience
he’s moving like it is a dance
all the sounds they are his friends
and his self-surrender never ends

the singer sings his song
the singer sings his song
the singer sings his song
the singer is his song