Timbre Time

[Verse 1]
Timbre, timbre, what a sound,
Different voices all around.
Guitar, flute, and beating drum,
Each one sounds a special one.

[Pre-Chorus]
Listen close, you can tell,
Every tone has its spell.
Soft or bright, low or high,
It paints a picture in your mind.

[Chorus]
Timbre, timbre, hear it now,
Timbre, timbre, take a bow.
Which one sings? Which one shines?
Which instrument is mine?
Timbre, timbre, helps us know,
Which instrument makes music flow!

[Verse 2]
Clap your hands, then close your eyes,
Feel the change in every rise.
One voice smooth, one voice bold,
One sounds warm and one sounds cold.

[Pre-Chorus]
Listen close, you can tell,
Every tone has its spell.
Soft or bright, low or high,
It paints a picture in your mind.

[Chorus]
Timbre, timbre, hear it now,
Timbre, timbre, take a bow.
Which one sings? Which one shines?
Which instrument is mine?
Timbre, timbre, helps us know,
Which instrument makes music flow!