Lyrics
What a gift to be born
What a gift to be born
Legs, arms, fingers and toes
Sunrise each every morn
I hear music from the next room
Music from the next room
I hear music from the next room
Music from the next room
Sometimes I am amazed
Sometimes I do forget
What a gift to be free
What a gift to be me
To hear music from the next room
Music from the next room
To hear music from the next room
Music from the next room
So slow down, stretch out and wait
See how our bodies sway
Some days I do regret
Some days I just forget
I play music with my old friends
Music with my old friends
I play music with my old friends
Music with my old friends
Oh, what a gift to be born
What a gift to be alive
Written by: Tomo Nakayama