What do you give someone
who made history?

Abe puts down his pen tonight,
A song comes drifting through the light.
Neil leaves footprints in the grey,
A melody comes his way.

You don’t have to change the world
To mean the world to someone.
Every life has got a story,
Let SongGift sing your song.

Beethoven’s hands dance on the keys,
Then rest to let the music breathe.
Cleo holds her royal gaze,
Then smiles as something starts to play.

Across the years, beneath the stars,
One song finds us where we are.
Four different worlds now gathered round,
One piano, one shared sound.

You don’t have to change the world
To mean the world to someone.
Every life has got a story,
Let SongGift sing your song.

From worlds apart to heart to heart,
SongGift brings us all together.

Abe, you stood at Gettysburg
To honour those who died.
You called us to the work ahead,
With freedom as our guide.

Of the people, for the people,
A promise to hold true.
The work goes on in all of us—
Abe, this song’s for you.

You took a little step, Neil,
The whole world held its breath.
Now there’s music in your helmet—
Bet you weren’t expecting that!

One giant leap, one little tune,
A SongGift all the way to the Moon.
You gave the world a brand-new view—
Now here’s a little song for you!

You gave the world a mighty sound,
Made hearts soar without a word.
Now here’s a little gift for you—
A tune you’ve never heard.

No pressure, Ludwig—will it do?
A SongGift, just for you!

Cleopatra, jewels and gold,
A thousand stories still get told.
But here’s a gift made just for you,
A little song with something new.

SongGift, a gift fit for a queen,
A personal touch, a royal dream.
Of all the treasures you could choose,
This little song belongs to you.