Song Description
Story of Joshua Bell playing his violin.
| Song Length |
5:09 |
Genre |
Folk - General, Folk - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Composed, Cool |
Subject |
Life, Present |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
If We've No Time (to Hear the Music)
Music and Lyrics by Lynda Dobbin-Turner
V1
Washington Metro, eight a.m, January two thousand seven
It was an experiment, when the master set to play
He took his violin from it's case, tuned it up and set his face
His sweet notes filled the empty space, For all the people on their way
And the air filled with the music of a master at his best
Shubert's Ave Maria, Bach, and all the rest
And in an hour a thousand people passed right by
Never knowing what was right before their eyes
CHORUS
If we've no time to hear the music that is filling up the room,
Or to gaze upon a flower in the glory of full bloom
Or to sit for just a moment, hear what the world might have to say
If we've not time to hear the music as it plays...what else might we be missing every day
V2
For an hour the people came and went, no applause, no acknowledgement
Thirty two dollars, seventeen cents, was all that he had made
When only just two nights before, one hundred dollars at the door
Boston symphony hall could hold no more, when this same man took the stage
No one at L'Enfant Plaza knew the player was Joshua Bell
On a three million dollar Stradivarius, the masterpieces played so well
And only seven people slowed enough to hear
The greatest gift to ever land upon their ears
CHORUS
If we've no time to hear the music that is filling up the room,
Or to gaze upon a flower in the glory of full bloom
Or to sit for just a moment, hear what the world might have to say
If we've not time to hear the music as it plays...what else might we be missing every day
Refrain
W.H.Davies said it clear, if we can't take a moment to stop and hear
"What is this life so full of care, we have no time to stop and stare."
CHORUS
If we've no time to hear the music that is filling up the room,
Or to gaze upon a flower in the glory of full bloom
Or to sit for just a moment, hear what the world might have to say
If we've not time to hear the music as it plays...what else might we be missing every day