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Seasons come and seasons go, and somehow they were meant to show That life and love are never really gone. So when my journey here is through, I’m certain there is just a new hello and so when I travel on . . . Let me be the music, let me be the music of love I have known Let me be the melodies in the wind and the trees, that sing to the lost and alone Let me be the sweet refrain in the sound of the rain, or a rippling stream Let me be the lullabies that close the eyes of children when they dream For music has no walls or bars, it bridges time and space; It only asks the senses to surrender – to surrender it sweeps us to the stars and makes us one in its embrace, It has no fences – it has no gender So let me be the music, the beautiful music of love Let me be the voices of spring that rejoice in the things, that blossom and grow Oh let me be the music, to come again as music, the beautiful music of love, When I go – – oh, let me be the music when I go, when I go