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Show There's Music in My Heart Today. There's music in my heart today; The master hand is on the keys. Calling me up to the windy hills And down to the purple seas. Let time draw back when I hear that tune Old to the soul when the stars were new And swing the doors to the four great winds. That my feet may wander through. North or south, and east or west; Over the rim with the belled sails. From the mountains' feet to the empty plains. Or down the silent trails It matters not which door you choose; The same clear tune blows through them all, Though one heart leaps to the grind of seas And one to the rainbird's call. However you hide in the city's din And drown your ears with its siren songs. Some day steal in those thin, wild notes, And you leave the foolish throngs. God grant that the day will find me not When the tune shall mellow and thrill in vain . So long as the plains are red with sun, And the woods are black with rain. Lloyd Roberts in Outing Magazine. |