Surf's Up sing and play along

A diamond necklace played the pawn.

Hand in hand, some drummed along ing me to a handsome mannered baton.

A blind class aristocracy.

Back through the op'ra glass you see the pit mut and the pendulum drawn.

Columnated ruins domino.

Canvas the town and brush the backdrop.

Are you sleeping?

Hung velvet overtaking me.

Dim in chandelier awaking me to a song dissolved in the dawn.

The music hall, a costly bow;

the music all is lost for now to a mut and ed trumpeter swan.

Columnated ruins domino.

Canvas the town and brush the backdrop.

Are you sleeping,

brother John?

Dove nested towers, the hour was strike the street,

quicksilver moon.

Carriage a cross, the fog twostep to lamplight silver moon.

cellar tune.

The laughs come hard in Auld

Lang Syne.

The glass was raised, the fired roast,

the fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting.

While at port, adieu or die.

A choke of grief, hearthardened eye,

beyond belief, a broken man too tough to cry.

Surf's up, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, aboard a tidal wave.

Come about hard and join the young and often tidal wave.

spring you gave.

I heard the word, wonderful thing,

a children's song.

A children's song.

Have you listened as they play?

Their song is love,

and the children know the way.

A children's song.

Have you listened as they play?

Their song is love,

and the children know the way.

A way.

A child.