(Chorus) Come one and all hear my flute, we invite you
Down to the river where you'll meet your demise
And you may not want to go
But the melody draws you
Don't try to tell me that music can't control you
When we hear a choir, we tend to think of God
When a marching band plays, we follow the throng
A car commercial groove entices heads to bob
And the beating of a late night pulse, we feel our bodies throb
There is so much beauty in our ancient tradition
Very few are able to resist its captivation
Personally, I claim it as my favorite distraction
But I am a wielder of its strings and your reactions
(Chorus) Come one and all hear my flute, we invite you
Down to the river where you'll meet your demise
And you may not want to go
But the melody draws you
Don't try to tell me that music can't control you
When you feel your heart swell, bringing you to tears
Be a**ured that there are strings playing very near
No matter how old you are or from which hemisphere
Rebel songs inspire change or they inspire fear
There is so much beauty in our ancient tradition
Very few are able to resist its captivation
Personally, I claim it as my favorite distraction
But I am a wielder of its strings and your reactions
(Chorus) Come one and all hear my flute, we invite you
Down to the river where you'll meet your demise
And you may not want to go
But the melody draws you
Don't try to tell me that music can't control you
(Chorus) Come one and all hear my flute, we invite you
Down to the river where you'll meet your demise
And you may not want to go
But the melody draws you
Don't try to tell me that music can't control you
(Chorus) Come one and all hear my flute, we invite you
Down to the river where you'll meet your demise
And you may not want to go
But the melody draws you
Don't try to tell me that music can't control you
(Chorus) Come one and all hear my flute, we invite you
Down to the river where you'll meet your demise
And you may not want to go
But the melody draws you
Don't try to tell me that music can't control you
Down to the river where you'll meet your demise
And you may not want to go
But the melody draws you
Don't try to tell me that music can't control you
When we hear a choir, we tend to think of God
When a marching band plays, we follow the throng
A car commercial groove entices heads to bob
And the beating of a late night pulse, we feel our bodies throb
There is so much beauty in our ancient tradition
Very few are able to resist its captivation
Personally, I claim it as my favorite distraction
But I am a wielder of its strings and your reactions
(Chorus) Come one and all hear my flute, we invite you
Down to the river where you'll meet your demise
And you may not want to go
But the melody draws you
Don't try to tell me that music can't control you
When you feel your heart swell, bringing you to tears
Be a**ured that there are strings playing very near
No matter how old you are or from which hemisphere
Rebel songs inspire change or they inspire fear
There is so much beauty in our ancient tradition
Very few are able to resist its captivation
Personally, I claim it as my favorite distraction
But I am a wielder of its strings and your reactions
(Chorus) Come one and all hear my flute, we invite you
Down to the river where you'll meet your demise
And you may not want to go
But the melody draws you
Don't try to tell me that music can't control you
(Chorus) Come one and all hear my flute, we invite you
Down to the river where you'll meet your demise
And you may not want to go
But the melody draws you
Don't try to tell me that music can't control you
(Chorus) Come one and all hear my flute, we invite you
Down to the river where you'll meet your demise
And you may not want to go
But the melody draws you
Don't try to tell me that music can't control you
(Chorus) Come one and all hear my flute, we invite you
Down to the river where you'll meet your demise
And you may not want to go
But the melody draws you
Don't try to tell me that music can't control you