
Lyrics
(George F. Root)
There’s music in the air,
When the infant morn is high
And faint its blush is seen
On the bright and laughing sky.
Many a harp’s ecstatic sound
With the thrill of joy profound,
While we list enchanted there
To the music in the air.
There’s music in the air
When the noontide’s sultry beam
Reflects a golden light
On the distant mountain stream.
When beneath some grateful shade
Sorrow’s aching head is laid
Sweetly to the Spirit there
Comes the music in the air.
See also
- Song with chords (PDF)
- MIDI file
- Listen to the song

