Hanging from the slender silken threads Along the summer-scented dells Are tiny jingling bells That you hear as you venture near The Music Mountain. The water chimes bewitching sounds Sail on a sympathetic tune Between the mountains and the moon As they play through the night and the day On Music Mountain. And the sound manifests itself as a symphony, A mighty symphony, Flowing down the canyons, Through the misty clouds. And across the streams of melody The crashing cymbals crash, The crashing cymbals crash into eternity... Listen to the singing in the trees; Listen to the ringing bells appeal With all that they reveal As chimes reflect the times On Music Mountain. And the sound manifests itself as a symphony, A mighty symphony, Flowing down the canyons, Through the misty clouds. And across the streams of melody The crashing cymbals crash, The crashing cymbals crash into eternity... Listen to the singing in the trees; Listen to the ringing bells appeal With all that they reveal As chimes reflect the times On Music Mountain.