Songtexte If I Sing - Thomas Borchert feat. Martin Böhm

My father's pride was in his hands
The piano was his soul
I watched and wondered
As he played show tunes
Miles off from rock and roll

What he loved he taught me
Now music's what I do
And often when I'm writing
In my hands, Dad's there too

If I sing you are the music
If I fly you're why I'm good
If my hands can find some magic
You're the one who said they could
When the child who's still inside me
Finds a song in empty air
When there is joy in making music
It is you who put it there

My dad grew old
His hands were numb
And now he cannot play
I came to visit
He sat and asked me
"How could it be this way?"

I couldn't find an answer
I played this tune for him instead
My father sat there smiling
For he knew what it said

If I sing you are the music
If I love you taught me how
Every day your heart is beating
In the man that I am now

If my ears are tuned to wonder
If when I reach the chords are there
If there is joy in making music
It's a joy that we both share

I never told you
It took time till I could see
That if I sing you are the music
And you'll always sing in me
Yes, you'll always live in me