Harmony
Copyright: Nathan C Rylant, 2001
While watchin' the world go by
It's crystal clear as to why
The blues fade away
In the peace at the end of the day
Music's all around in the air
As the moon climbs to stare
A whisper within the wind
Rumors, the show soon begins
Chorus:
Where the breeze touches the trees
Resemblin' the roar of a crowd
Where the coyotes howl out the key
Under conduct of the old owl
See some folks refuse to see
Livin' as an endless journey
Cause money, fortune, and fame
To them, seems to be the only way
So I guess I'll keep my little country farm
With all its old run down charm
Where I can still say what I think
And I'm not in anybody's way
Chorus 2:
Where the breeze touches the trees
Resemblin' the roar of a crowd
Where the coyotes howl out the key
Under conduct of the old owl
Where the swingin' door bangs out my time
As the rusty hinges squeak the lead
It's my everyday average symphony
As the birds, sing harmony
Its my everyday average symphony
As the birds, sing, harmony
