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
- Subjects: Christmas / music / harps
- Harmony: chords I, IV, V
- Melody: dominant triad
- Meter: 4
- Scale: major
- Source: Book of a Thousand Songs, 1918
- hymn version
- PDF of song with chords
- MIDI file
- Listen to the melody