So let the brass linger, in the starry glow,
In the hands of the trumpeter, where passions flow.
A serenade of notes, in the evening's glow,
The trumpet plays on, as the night winds go.

Oh, the trumpet's call, in the neon night,
A jazzy tune, in the soft moonlight.
From the high notes soar to the lows down low,
In the world of brass, let the trumpets blow.