Hmmm- hmmm- hmm Where silent shadows softly sleep, A lonely soul her watch does keep. Her silver hair becomes the sky, Like drifting clouds that float on high. Her violin begins to cry, Its tender echoes never die. The stars all hold their breath tonight, As darkness slowly turns to light. She plays for hearts that time forgot, For every dream the world has lost. Each string unfolds a tale untold, Of fading fire and hearts of gold. Ho-ho Play on, sweet violin of haze, Bring broken hearts through brighter days. Let every sorrow fade away, Like morning mist at break of day. Hm-hm Play on until the dawn appears, Wash away our hidden tears. Your melody will always fly, Like angel wings across the sky. Her eyes are lost in distant skies, Yet every tear becomes sunrise. A river made of silver light, That turns our darkest hours bright. Her bow rewrites the hands of fate, Before tomorrow comes too late. The mist becomes a sacred veil, Where countless stars will leave their trail. When the final note takes flight, Even time gives up the fight. Only whispers gently stay, Leading every soul its way. aho-ho-h-h Play on, sweet violin of haze, Guide our hearts through endless days. Let your music lift us high, Like shining echoes in the sky. Hm-hm Play on, never say goodbye, Lead our spirits as they fly. Though the mist may fade from sight, Your song will burn through every night.
