Song of the Music Makers, The

Come, Music Makers, rouse up a song to set the echoes ringing,
A song of the truth in the heart of youth, a song for the joy of singing;
For the birds make music and the trees do sing, and the wind joins song with the sea:
All the world makes a song of its own, and so in our turn will we.
Then sing, sing, Music Makers, a song for the joy of the singing.

Who listen to the song that we raise, their own part should be bearing
To speed on its way as best they may this song that was made for sharing.
There are times for hearing others singing, there are times for learning how,
Times as well for a song of our own, and the best of them all is now.
Then sing, sing, Music Makers, a song for the joy of the singing.

The song that is truly tuned with a will adds sun to any weather,
And turns our feet with its pulsing beat to take the road together;
Saying, “Front the hill with heart of courage till the rough, long journey's done,
Till you join in that last mighty song, and the goal of your hoping won.”
Then sing, sing, Music Makers, a song for the joy of the singing.

Rodney Bennett

Used with permission - J.B. Cramer & Co.

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