Letras
Cowsill-Kornfeld-Powers
Tune us a sitar neither high nor low.
Tune it right and make the music flow.
Over stretch the string and all the music lies.
Let it be just like too slack and pretty music dies.
Tune us a sitar neither high nor low.
Tune it right and make the music flow.
Take too much and even pleasure loses taste.
Not enough and what's been done can go to waste.
Tune us a sitar neither high nor low.
Tune it right and make the music flow.
(Make the Music Flow.)
Every blazing sun with a foot in snow. (?)
Just as nature wisely runs right past the walks to slow.
(And makes the music flow)
So make the music flow.
(And make the music flow)
Reach to high and pass right by and never touch.
Reach to low and low is high, become too much.
Tune us a sitar neither high nor low.
Tune it right and make the music flow.
Tune it right and make the music flow.
(repeat and fade)