Lyrics

So you'll be an Austrian nobleman Commissioning a symphony in C Which defies all earthly descriptions You'll be commissioning a symphony in C With money you squeezed from the peasants To your nephew you can give it as a present This magnificent symphony in C, you'll be Commissioning a symphony in C Completely filling the palace concert hall It's warm and golden like an oven that's wide open It has a melody both happy and sad Built on victorious young triads You've entered the room with great caution Though no one in the hall is even watching They are transfixed, they are forgetting just to breathe They are so taken by your symphony, ah, in C You're sitting there thinking your thoughts They are not about what is but what is not You're sitting there breathing in your breath You are seldom breathing life, but mostly death So you'll be an Austrian nobleman Commissioning a symphony in C Which defies all earthly descriptions You'll be commissioning a symphony in C
Writer(s): John M Mc Crea Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out