[Verse]
Morning light on cobblestone,
Baskets full of seeds we've sown.
Laughter rides the summer air,
Colors bright beyond compare.

[Pre-Chorus]
Old man plays his worn-out tune,
Dancing shoes tap 'neath the moon.
Golden wheat and berries sweet,
Life is simple, life's complete.

[Chorus]
Oh, the market comes alive,
With every soul that thrives.
Strum the strings and blow the flute,
Hearts are light and love is brute.

[Verse]
Children chase through shadows tall,
Harvest paints on every stall.
Neighbors talk in sun-kissed rows,
Time moves slow where kindness grows.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hands shake strong with stories told,
Silver coins and jars of gold.
Melodies in warm embrace,
Joy is home in this old place.

[Chorus]
Oh, the market comes alive,
With every soul that thrives.
Strum the strings and blow the flute,
Hearts are light and love is brute.

[Chorus]
Oh, the market comes alive,
With every soul that thrives.
Strum the strings and blow the flute,
Hearts are light and love is brute.

[Chorus]
Oh, the market comes alive,
With every soul that thrives.
Strum the strings and blow the flute,
Hearts are light and love is brute.