I hear the sound of music
Your favorite kind of music
And that reminds me dear of you
I see the summer roses
Your favorite kind of roses
And that reminds me to of you, dear
If I could hear no music
If there could be no roses
No summer nights to make me dream, as I do
Perhaps, I might forget you
But in my heart I know
That I need no reminder to miss you so
I hear the sound of music
Your favorite kind of music
And that reminds me dear of you
I see the summer roses
Your favorite kind of roses
And that reminds me to of you, dear
If I could hear no music
If there could be no roses
No summer nights to make me dream, as I do
Perhaps, I might forget you
But in my heart I know
That I need no reminder to miss you so
I hear the sound of music