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THERE'S MUSIC IN THE AIR.
Key of A Hat. There 's music in the air
When the infant morn is nigh, And faint its blush in seen,
On the bright and laughing sky. Many a harp's ecstatic sound, —With its thrill of joy profound, While we list enchanted there To the music in the air.
There 's music in the air
When the noon-tide's sultry beam Reflects a golden light
On the distant mountain stream. When beneath some grateful shade, Sorrow's aching head is laid, Sweetly to the spirit there Conies the music in the air.
There 's music in the air
When the twilight's gentle sigh Is lost on evening's breast,
As its pensive beauties die. Then, O then the- loved ones gone Wake the pure celestial song, Angel voices greet us there In the music in the air. |
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