The Music Plays Me

words and music by Christy McLeod

I met a man who traveled around Playin’ his music from town to town Didn’t know where it came from…he didn’t learn the parts The music’s just there…it comes from the heart

The world’s just a dot, he said, spinning in air And sometimes it feel like nobody cares And sometimes it feels like they’ll eat you alive Yet through it all, the music survives.

Chorus: He said, it’s not about talent or art I don’t play the music..I play my heart It all comes so natural…the music comes free I don’t play the music, the music plays me I don’t play the music, the music plays me

I met a man who sang me his song Of joys and of sorrows his whole life long He Sang some for money, sometimes he sang free He said the music is the spirit in me. Singing songs about lovin’ and leavin’ the land Of people and places and things that were grand The songs have a power....the spirit ascends This gift of the music is there without end Bridge: Keep your faith...hold your head up high You may feel earthbound…keep your eye on the sky Everything matters… no matter how small When you give it voice…you give voice to us all

Chorus: repeat and end w/chorus