This is for the melody not felt nor yet heard
Through the wind to drift the track of someone's dying words
Not one blues man nor musician sought that song out high
Nor hit the notes for unknown reasons life had set awry
I long the day or night I hear as lovely as can be
That melody to which I say this unheard and un-free
There's pain and love which may be why you fall into that silence
I've faith you may intrigue someday the youngest and the wisest
And to the one who finds the notes please set them these words
Nor hit the notes for unknown reasons life had set awry
I long the day or night I hear as lovely as can be
That melody to which I say this unheard and un-free
There's pain and love which may be why you fall into that silence
I've faith you may intrigue someday the youngest and the wisest
And to the one who finds the notes please set them these words
Oh this is for the melody not felt nor yet heard
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