The Song Goes On - Herbie Hancock, Chaka Khan, Anoushka Shankar

I am only one of my many mouths

And at that, the one that will be still the soonest

Much stands behind me: I stand here like a tree…

Much stands behind me: I stand here like a tree…

And the song goes on, beautiful

The song goes on, beautiful

The song goes on, beautiful

The song goes on, beautiful

I am the rest between two notes

Which always seem to be clashing

Because deaths note wants to climb over-

But in the dark interval, reconciled

They must stay there trembling

And deaths note wants to climb over

And the song goes on, beautiful

The song goes on, beautiful

The song goes on, beautiful

The song goes on, beautiful