Come try our lofty concert hall,
As long and wide as it is tall;
Come sit on stage between us all and soak the music in.
Our bright conductor nears his stand;
He mounts his box and lifts his hand;
I raise my horn at his command beneath this tall blue ceiling.
With breath so strong and yet so light,
I bring forth notes so clear and bright
They soar and float and play and kite like eagles on the wind.
My high notes travel like a bee
From heart to heart so pure and free;
They touch a Haydn’s ear and he writes music till he’s dreaming.