Strength of Strings

Day-da-day-da-ta

Day-da-day-da-ta

Day-da-day-da-ta

Day-da

Day-da-to-do-do-do

Da-da-da-ta-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da

Ta-da-da

Day-da-to-do-to

Day-da-to-do-to

Day-da-to-do-to

Day-da

Day-do-to-da-ta

Ta-da-da-ta-da-da

Ta-da-da-ta-da-da

Ta-da-da

(Ah)

(Ah)

(Ah)

(Ah)

(Ah) In my life (Ah) The piano sings

Brings me words that are not the strength of strings

Firey rain and rubies cooling in the sun

Now I see that my world has only begun

Notes that roll on winds with swirling wings

Brings me words that are not the strength of strings

When I'm feeling high or I'm feeling low

Or there is no change

Somehow days keep melting into the night

And there's always light on the cosmic range

I am always high, I am always low

There is always change

Hear the strings are bending in harmony

Not so far from breaking on the cosmic range

(Ah)

(Ah)

(Ah)

(Ah)

Ah, in my life, ah, the piano sings

Brings me words that are not the strength of strings (Strings)

Firey rain and rubies cooling in the sun

Now I see that my world has only begun

Notes that roll on winds with swirling wings

Brings me words that are not the strength of strings (Ah)

(Ah)

(Ah)

Day-da-day-da-ta

Day-da-day-da-ta

Day-da-day

Day-do-to-da-ta

Da-da-da-ta-da-da

Da-da-da-ta-da-da

Ta-da-da