LYRIC FOR SALE

By Vilmon

The music of Billypop Cooper

And when Billypop Cooper sits and starts to play
Music from the piano never sounds the same way
You can hear the winds whistle through fields waving
You can smell the wet earth after the heavy rain

The magic of Billypop Cooper was bit strange
After so many years he never seems to age
Playing he keeps on smiling even while we change
He shows us the world even blind from early age

And when Billypop Cooper sits and starts to play
Music from the piano never sounds the same way
You can feel wet grass on your feet in the morning
You can taste the sweet of pleasure and sour of pain

From the day Billypop Cooper sat and didn't play
His face was foreign and he seems so far away
Cancer stopped his fingers dancing on the piano
He left us as the best piano-man that we know

When Billypop Cooper sat and started to play
Magic from music never sounded the same way
You could hear the winds whistling through the fields waving
You could smell wetness of earth after pouring rain

When Billypop Cooper sat and started to play
Magic from music never sounded the same way
You could fell grass dew on your feet every morning
You could taste all pleasure sweets and the sours of pain