The Red Haired Maestro

[Intro] [Verse 1] She walked in with a fire, a guitar in her hand, Sunlight through the classroom, like a golden band. Her hair like autumn leaves, a crimson, blazing tide, She taught us how to sing with the heart we held inside. [Chorus] Oh, the red-haired maestro, with a voice so true, Turned every note to magic, every chord something new. She showed us rhythm in the rain, melodies in the breeze, Now the world’s our symphony, played with hearts at ease. [Verse 2] She’d strum a lullaby when the room felt low, Whispered, “Music’s power is the love you let grow.” Her patience was a river, her laughter like a song, Even when we stumbled, she said, “Keep marching on.” [Chorus] Oh, the red-haired maestro, with a voice so true, Turned every note to magic, every chord something new. She showed us rhythm in the rain, melodies in the breeze, Now the world’s our symphony, played with hearts at ease. [Bridge] Years have flown like verses, but her lessons still remain, In every string I pluck, every joy, every pain. When I see a sunset, or a scarlet autumn tree, I hear her humming softly, “Let your soul fly free.” [Chorus] Oh, the red-haired maestro, with a voice so true, Turned every note to magic, every chord something new. She showed us rhythm in the rain, melodies in the breeze, Now the world’s our symphony, played with hearts at ease. [Outro]