When I was child, when I first touched those keys,
My mom’s hands, played like gentle breeze,
I saw her play, and my heart could beat.
A melody, a melody of memories.
And a sweet song.
Piano’s whisper, through the night
With every note, I found.
I found my light in little hands,
and had a little dream.
With you, my friend !
An old gift passed from those I loved
A wooden heart that felt like it was my own,
The notes were mysteries, the sheets a secret code.
And seasons change, time moves on
Old friends leave, and new ones take the stage,
But in my heart, the song remain
The day we said, we said goodbye, I played for you.
My dearest friend, my heart so true,
New keys to press, my dreams to chase.
With every note, I found.
I found my light in little hands,
and had a little dream.
With you, my friend!
An old gift passed from those I loved
A wooden heart that felt like it was my own,
The notes were mysteries, the sheets a secret code.
With every note, I found.
I found my light in little hands,
and had a little dream.
With you, my friend!
An old gift passed from those I loved
A wooden heart that felt like it was my own,
The notes were mysteries, the sheets a secret code.
An old gift passed from those I loved
A wooden heart that felt like it was my own,
The notes were mysteries, the sheets a secret code.