| lyric | 1. There's music in the air,
when the infant morn is nigh and faint
its blush is seen
on the bright and laughing sky,
many a harp’ secstatic sound
Thrills us with ist joy profound,
while we list enchanted there,
to the music in the air.
2. There’s music in the air,
when the nootides’ sultry beam
reflects a golden light
on the distand mountain stream,
when beneath some grateful shade
soroows aching head is laid,
sweetly to the spirit there
comes the music in the air.
3. There’s music in the air,
when the twilights gentle sigh
is lost on evenings breast,
and its spensive beauties die.
Then, oh then, the loved ones gone
waked the pure selestial song,
angelic voices greet us there
in the music in the air. |