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