In the wee small hours of the morning, before the break of dawn While the air is still and quiet, and I lie awake alone Before the plovers go swooping, and the flowers start to bloom The rhythm of my heartbeat, telling me I gotta move To the keys of my piano I hear a song I hear a song My hands start moving, and the notes begin to fly The bass starts grooving, and the beat's feeling high The melody's familiar, like it's always been around But something about it's brand new, I can't feel a part Of the fever rising in my bones Lost in the sound of a thousand violins A symphony of harmony's about to begin Mr. Maestro of the orchestra, raise your baton I hear a song When the music comes knocking, I know I can't refuse When the room starts rocking, to the rhythm and blues And the sweet paraphrases sing out so heavily So inspiration has gotten over me And the music goes on and on Lost in the sound of a thousand violins A symphony of harmony's about to begin Mr. Maestro of the orchestra, raise your baton I hear a song I hear a song I hear a song I hear a song