he wild wind blows across the sea,
Songs of time, through the centuries.
A song is born with each new babe,
The words of the old for the young to trade.
A story's told from thought to theme,
With great intent, to create the scene.
A message for all, or a song for two,
It's not what's written, just what it says to you.
It's not the music, it's how you play it.
It's not the words, it's how you say it.
It's not the music, it's how you play it.
It's not the words, it's how you say it.
The other night I laid down to sleep,
And dreamt of love, romantic fantasy.
But when I woke I began to weep,
Realizing it was not reality.
A song is old, but forever it will live,
In the minds of those who take what it can give.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
It's not the music, it's how you play it.
It's not the words, it's how you say it.
It's not the music, it's how you play it.
It's not the words, it's how you say it.
It's not the music, it's how you play it.
It's not the words, it's how you say i