"Music grows in the rose,
rock and rain and the blowing snow storm,
everything seems to sing
everywhere I go.

I say one, two, play me do,
let me sound as sweet as you,
play me wide, play me long,
let me be your song.

Lay me down on the ground,
song comes singing from the midnight places,
raise me high in the sky,
song comes drifting through.

I say one, two, play me do,
let me sound as sweet as you,
play me wide, play me long,
let me be your song.

Play me high, play me low,
play me where the wild wind's blowin,
play me wide, play me long,
play me for your song.

I say one, two, play me do,
let me sound as sweet as you,
play me wide, play me long,
let me be your song."

(Henson)