A Gypsy Without a Song

In the dark of deepest night
There comes a haunting sigh
Floating down from somewhere on high,
Oh, what a lonely lullaby
You'll hear a symphony in blue
When ever BOY MEETS HORN,
You'll hear a melody so new when
BOY MEETS HORN
Low and oh,
So sweet that it seems
It's like the mellow music from
Another world of dreams;
You'll hear a strange and tender
Whenever BOY MEETS HORN,
And when the music in the moonlight
Greets the morn,
You'll see him standing way above
The crowd and rockin' on a cloud
Whenever BOY MEETS HORN.
You'll hear a symphony in blue
When ever BOY MEETS HORN,
You'll hear a melody so new when
BOY MEETS HORN
Low and oh,
So sweet that it seems
It's like the mellow music from
Another world of dreams;
You'll hear a strange and tender
Whenever BOY MEETS HORN,
And when the music in the moonlight
Greets the morn,
You'll see him standing way above
The crowd and rockin' on a cloud
Whenever BOY MEETS HORN.