Lyrics
[verse]
There's a language that don't need a single word,
Every corner of the world has heard,
Horns and strings and a walking bass,
Written into joy that time can't erase.
[chorus]
Some called it swing, some called it soul,
It found a way to make the whole world whole,
Nobody owns it, everybody's free,
Music is the greatest gift there'll ever be.
[verse]
Old records spinning, dancers on the floor,
Every generation asking for some more,
The greats are gone but the sound remains,
Living on in every joyful strain.
[chorus]
Some called it swing, some called it soul,
It found a way to make the whole world whole,
Nobody owns it, everybody's free,
Music is the greatest gift there'll ever be.
[bridge]
So play it high, so play it strong,
Let the whole room sing along,
This is a tribute, this is thanks,
To every rhythm section, every horn that rang.
[chorus]
Some called it swing, some called it soul,
It found a way to make the whole world whole,
Nobody owns it, everybody's free,
Music is the greatest gift there'll ever be.
