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Published on Sep 11, 2011
"Remember when the music Came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire And as we sang the words, it would set our minds on fire, For we believed in things, and so we'd sing.
Remember when the music Brought us all together to stand inside the rain And as we'd join our hands, we'd meet in the refrain, For we had dreams to live, we had hopes to give.
Remember when the music Was the best of what we dreamed of for our children's time And as we sang we worked, for time was just a line, It was a gift we saved, a gift the future gave.
Remember when the music Was a rock that we could cling to so we'd not despair, And as we sang we knew we'd hear an echo fill the air We'd be smiling then, we would smile again.
Oh all the times I've listened, and all the times I've heard All the melodies I'm missing, and all the magic words, And all those potent voices, and the choices we had then, How I'd love to find we had that kind of choice again.
Remember when the music Was a glow on the horizon of every newborn day And as we sang, the sun came up to chase the dark away, And life was good, for we knew we could.
Remember when the music Brought the night across the valley as the day went down And as we'd hum the melody, we'd be safe inside the sound, And so we'd sleep, we had dreams to keep.
And I feel that something's coming, and it's not just in the wind. It's more than just tomorrow, it's more than where we've been, It offers me a promise, it's telling me "Begin", I know we're needing something worth believing in.
Remember when the music Came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire And as we sang the words, it would set our minds on fire, For we believed in things, and so we'd sing."
/Lyrics from The Harry Chapin Archive at Harrychapin.com\