Hey there, Claralynn
Do you see that man over there?
The one playing the violin
Can you feel his music fill the air?
A bittersweet melody he plays
All who are near stop and stare
The clatter and chatter part ways
This man and his bow have such flair
I see your eyes grow heavier as his songs fly
Are you falling asleep, Claralynn?
His sweet music is taking you to a land in the clouds and sky
Where the world is your own is where your dreams begin.