(Dolly Parton)      A mother sings as she rocks her babies   Children sing the noted nursery rhymes   The old church bell is ringing for the Sunday morning singing   Music is as old as the time.      As the farmer works the fields he sings a song   The songbirds in the trees sing along   And the wind makes melodies as it whistles through the trees   Man's burdens are made lighter with a song.      There'll always be music   As long as there's a story to be told   There'll always be music   'Cause music is the voice of the song   There'll always be music.      Rain makes rhytmic sounds when it's falling   There's music in a new born baby's cry   There's music all around and there is no sweeter sound   For that's the way a man expresses life.      In heaven there's a choir of angels singing   We often heard about God's angel band   Music will live on when men on earth are gone   There'll still be music in that promised land.      There'll always be music   As long as there's a story to be told   There'll always be music   'Cause music is the voice of the song   There'll always be music...