[Verse] On the windowsill at dawning light, A worn-out harmonica waits through night, Breathing memories of dust and rain, Whispered songs of joy and pain. [Pre-Chorus] Silent now, but it once sang so free, Echoes caught in its melody. [Chorus] Oh, lonely harmonica, play me your tune, Under fading stars and rising moon, Carry my heart through the morning chill, Sing me home from this windowsill. [Verse] Fingers that danced in a different time, Now they’re quiet, lost the rhythm and rhyme, But in the breeze, there’s a haunting call, A bittersweet lullaby for us all. [Pre-Chorus] Silent now, but it once sang so free, Echoes caught in its melody. [Chorus] Oh, lonely harmonica, play me your tune, Under fading stars and rising moon, Carry my heart through the morning chill, Sing me home from this windowsill. [Bridge] Maybe someone’s waiting down the lane, To find the song and play it again, Till then the dawn will be my friend, With whispered notes that never end. [Chorus] Oh, lonely harmonica, play me your tune, Under fading stars and rising moon, Carry my heart through the morning chill, Sing me home from this windowsill. [Outro] Sing me home, From this windowsill.