When the wind pass thru the flute, a sweet sound I can hear it
sweet like cotton candy, fuss and warm like joy and fun
instrument like sound of mint, oh no, I can't believe it
sounds like magic, so fantastic like a dreaming song

when the wind hit on the chimney spread away the dust
melted chocolate, cookie sprinkles falling on the floor
drop by drop, a honey drop a melody creates
note to note, like a bird singing at my window pane

more than sound, it's all around
it's heating up the drums
jumping bunnies, ice creaming cones are
melting on the sun