Party of Five

When the Music's Not Forgotten


Please come close, for I long for you to hear,
Hear the sound that will rid you of your fears.
In a land where no water can be found,
In a place where there is no fertile ground.
Longing for, yearning not to be forgotten;
In a age when the music is forgotten
In a age when the music is forgotten.


And the truth speaks of great and mighty things,
Teaching us what the peace of Heaven brings;
We must give, we must give to all the others,
Those in need who we fear to call our brothers;
Reaching out so that we are not forgotten
In a time when the music is forgotten,
In a time when the music is forgotten.


If we stand on a hill and do not touch,
How can we do good?
If we wash our hands of all our friends,
What change can really come?
If we hide our fears and don't draw near,
Have we really lived?
Or are we all just standing here,
Hoping there is grace?


In a dream that I had not long ago,
Visions of a city made of gold;
And a sound that I'd never heard before,
such a sound, saturating to the core;
such a sound! One that cannot be forgotten
In a time when the music's not forgotten,
in a time when the music's not forgotten.