Lyrics to The Harp
I always saw you as a star, so happy and bright
But still so different from all the others I see in the night
But still you'd guide me and show me your light
But life is so unfair
And the curl in your hair
Oh how I loved to see you laugh
Lyra laugh
Oh Lyra laugh
The birds are flying
Birds are flying
Lyra laugh
Oh Lyra laugh
The birds are flying
Birds are flying away
I remember when we were watching you play on the drums
You smiled and you laughed, you smiled and you laughed so gentle and young
And we were all so excited to see what you'd become
But now I just sit back and sigh
And the sweet apple pie
Oh how I loved to see you play
Lyra play
Oh Lyra play
The birds are singing
Birds are singing
Lyra play
Oh Lyra play
The birds are singing
Birds are singing today
Now when I look at the stars when it's dark
I hear your beautiful harp
Oh how I hated to see you go
Lyra
My dear Lyra
The night is clear
And your song is awesome
But why pick a flower
Just beginning to blossom
Lyra wait
Oh Lyra wait
I hear you calling
I see you trying
To stop your falling
And start with flying
The night is ending
The sun is rising
The birds are calling
The birds are crying, ?Goodbye?
The birds are flying away
But still so different from all the others I see in the night
But still you'd guide me and show me your light
But life is so unfair
And the curl in your hair
Oh how I loved to see you laugh
Lyra laugh
Oh Lyra laugh
The birds are flying
Birds are flying
Lyra laugh
Oh Lyra laugh
The birds are flying
Birds are flying away
I remember when we were watching you play on the drums
You smiled and you laughed, you smiled and you laughed so gentle and young
And we were all so excited to see what you'd become
But now I just sit back and sigh
And the sweet apple pie
Oh how I loved to see you play
Lyra play
Oh Lyra play
The birds are singing
Birds are singing
Lyra play
Oh Lyra play
The birds are singing
Birds are singing today
Now when I look at the stars when it's dark
I hear your beautiful harp
Oh how I hated to see you go
Lyra
My dear Lyra
The night is clear
And your song is awesome
But why pick a flower
Just beginning to blossom
Lyra wait
Oh Lyra wait
I hear you calling
I see you trying
To stop your falling
And start with flying
The night is ending
The sun is rising
The birds are calling
The birds are crying, ?Goodbye?
The birds are flying away
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