With my guitar, i sing with the strings
those lovely songs, even dogs could sing
with my flute, i sing with the air
on its breeze, i soar with no fear
with my organ, i sing with my finger
at every touch, its sound would linger
with my stick, i sing to the beat
for every slap, i could hardly sit
with my trumpet, i sing in a blow
for every sound, my problem then goes
with my violin, i sing with a theme
its melody, satisfies my dream
with my voice, i sing at my best
it blends with the song that can even impress
with my friends, i sing with their songs
never mind the time, even if its wrong
with my family, i sing with no rest
for they inspire me to sing at the very best
with my man, i sing with a smile
we even sing a song, we didnt even try
with my Saviour, i sing with my faith
i know i'm doing well through His gifts
with all of these, i sing merrily
that i sing to them, and they sing with me..
