From the day we arrive in the band room,
And start to become musicians,
There's more to play than can ever be played,
Wondering, will it ever be fun?
There's far too much to take in here,
But we find we can make a good sound.
There's a reason and rhyme
To the notes on the lines:
The scales go, in an endless round.
It's the Circle of Fives
And it moves us all
Through Db and B
Through A and F
Till we find the key
Of our own instrument
In the Circle
The Circle of Fives
(repeat chorus)
Disclaimer: I don't own the tune. No money is being made off this;
I write because it's fun.
