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