When every note on the scale is a dollar
     to be paid in harmony
Then what have have we come to be
I ask of the creation, suckling music's breast
    My price is fixed,  my best
In terms of gaining a bless
    sing to making love
    sing to praising all
      the things we're singing of
Sing for singings sake
    sing for singing makes
When music brings the soul rest
     be all of everything
       be all of every sing
Sing, for what singing brings you cannot buy with a dollar....