[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Strum the strings of a wooden guitar,
Let the chords ring out near and far.
Tap the drums where the heartbeat resides,
Keys on the piano dance like the tides.
A fiddle bows to the moon’s gentle glow,
Every note has a story to show.
[Chorus]
Oh, instruments sing, let your voices rise,
Brass, wind, and strings paint the skies.
From the deepest bass to the flute’s high sound,
Together we weave this harmony around.
[Verse 2]
Blow the trumpet, call the dawn awake,
Saxophone’s croon makes the mountains shake.
Strum the banjo with a rhythm so bold,
Marimba’s laughter turns rain into gold.
The harp’s soft whisper, the cello’s cry,
Each melody carries a piece of the sky.
[Chorus]
Oh, instruments sing, let your voices rise,
Brass, wind, and strings paint the skies.
From the deepest bass to the flute’s high sound,
Together we weave this harmony around.
[Bridge]
The bassline walks where the shadows play,
A mandolin’s grin chases clouds away.
Steel pans shimmer like stars in the sea,
In every corner, a new symphony.
[Outro]
