There is music on the sea shore,
Of the little waves at play;
While the stately ships are sailing
O'er the waters far away.
Of the little waves at play;
While the stately ships are sailing
O'er the waters far away.
Wavelets o'er the rocks are dashing.
Say, can any music be
Sweeter than the waves' commotion
Or the singing of the sea?
Say, can any music be
Sweeter than the waves' commotion
Or the singing of the sea?
There is music in the rain-drops
Pattering forth their soft refrain,
Dancing, spattering on the shingles,
Coursing down the window-pane.
Pattering forth their soft refrain,
Dancing, spattering on the shingles,
Coursing down the window-pane.
Strange, weird music, what could better
The fond dreamer's thought inspire,
Listening to the tiny voices
Of the storm-king's raindrop choir?
The fond dreamer's thought inspire,
Listening to the tiny voices
Of the storm-king's raindrop choir?
There is music in the chiming
Of the solemn Sabbath bells,
Ringing forth to all a welcome
Over hills and vales and dells,
Of the solemn Sabbath bells,
Ringing forth to all a welcome
Over hills and vales and dells,
Calling to the house of worship,
Telling us the worth of time,
Praising God for all His goodness;
Hear the distant church bells chime!
Telling us the worth of time,
Praising God for all His goodness;
Hear the distant church bells chime!
There is music in the voices
Of the children at their play,
Bird-like songs and rippling laughter
From the dawn 'till twilight gray.
Of the children at their play,
Bird-like songs and rippling laughter
From the dawn 'till twilight gray.
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