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.