• There are the notes, here are the keys
    To lead you through doors of sweet melodies.
    Fingers that play, as long as they sway
    The piano plays on, the piano plays on.

    You give me a strain that sounds like a song
    With tempo and tune, but something is wrong.
    There is no soul; and yet, though un-whole
    The piano plays on, the piano plays on.

    You have your ivory, I have my wood
    Snug on my shoulder, let's see if we could
    Find what we need. Just follow my lead.
    Piano play on, piano play on.

    The music is warm, before it was cold,
    From each we find strength, and someone to hold.
    Melodies rise, with tears in our eyes
    The piano plays on, forever plays on.