Piano keys dance with the tunes guitars raise.
Snare drum and bass set out their swift beat.
As long as we’re living, they summon our praise.
Saxophone wails, sets music ablaze,
trumpet’s staccato pumps up the heat,
piano keys romp with tunes guitars raise.
Now sax and the bass turn to lighthearted lays,
evoke raindrops, their puddles, their ripples replete.
Because we are living, we sway with our praise.
They murmur the scent of damp earth and fog’s haze
that kisses the treetops and mellows the street.
Piano keys frolic with tunes guitars raise.
Then trumpet notes swell and rhythms amaze,
sax and the bass can barely compete,
and we who are living, we clap out our praise.
The joy of our lifeblood, the laughter of days
resound in the measures in endless repeat,
piano keys buoyant with tunes guitars raise.
And we who are living, we shout out our praise.