The Trumpet Child

The trumpet child will blow his horn Will blast the sky till it?s reborn With Gabriel?s power and Satchmo?s grace He will surprise the human race The trumpet he will use to blow Is being fashioned out of fire The mouthpiece is a glowing coal The bell a burst of wild desire The trumpet child will riff on love Thelonious notes from up above He?ll improvise a kingdom come Accompanied by a different drum The trumpet child will banquet here Until the lost are truly found A thousand days, a thousand years Nobody knows for sure how long The rich forget about their gold The meek and mild are strangely bold A lion lies beside a lamb And licks a murderer?s outstretched hand The trumpet child will lift a glass His bride now leaning in at last His final aim to fill with joy The earth that man all but destroyed --- The Trumpet Child - Over the Rhine