A melody of unbounded glory
                       A symphony of delight 
                        the overture begot from Angels
                   clearer and deeper than the night

                        unfurled in triumph
                     rolled out like a silver fleece
                    tempos of unbridled passion
                   seeming to never cease 
                  
              each movement fine and fancy
          swept up upon its shimmering strings
                A labor of  the heart and soul
      A command performance for the king 

       and as the measure drops an octave
                 the obligato is quite clear
         not worldly things has caused our crying 
              It is the music that  brings our tears