Lyrics:
mistake.
5. She is spreading her wings for a journey
She's going to leave by and by
When the trumpet shall sound in the morning
She'll rise and go up
coffee that's perking
Ain't got no winnings to lose
Ain't got a dream that is working
I ain't got nothing but the blues
When trumpets flare up
I
Here I go again, I hear those trumpets blow again.
All aglow again, takin' a chance on love.
Here I slide again, about to take that ride again.
Here I go again, I hear those trumpets blow again.
All aglow again, takin' a chance on love.
Here I slide again, about to take that ride again.
there
When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time will be no more
And the morning breaks eternal bright and fair
When the saved word shall gather
rain,
When I hear trumpets blaring I can feel adventure flaring;
Ra-ta-ta tat tat, ra-ta-ta tat tat
Ra-ta-ta tat tat, ra-ta-ta tat tat
I am in a mood
walk my last mile
When your trumpets start sounding and you're calling me home
Don't send me no angels 'cause I've got my own
Lord let me keep her
in your eye
Raise you up into the sky
And say it's easy
Hey let the trumpets ring it
Oh, let the angels sing it
Let your pretty feet go dancing
Let
And the trumpets rang and they gave a chime
For the troubadours
Do do do do, do do do
And for everyman all across the land and from shore to shore
They come singin'
and young dreams oh I hear them calling to me
But there's no way to get down home cause down home's just a memory
[Trumpet/Guitar Break]
Wish I could
his lovely trumpet tone
Such exquisite singing
In every horn that seems to have a sound
That's all it's own
So somebody tell me how
How can we
men far. Bearing ancient treasure. Following yonder star.
(Chorus)
Noel!
From the distant mountains, hear the trumpet sound. With angelic blessings
Yes, lovers that bless the dark
On the benches in central park
Greet autumn in new york
Its good to live it again
[trumpet solo]
[ella]
Autumn
Get Rich Quick 2:15 Trk 25
(J. Feather, L. Feather)
Little Richard (Richard Penniman)
Little Richard - vocal
W. Mays - trumpet, F. Jackson - ten. sax
lovely tone
In every trumpet sound that has a beauty all its own
So how can we say something so real has really gone away?
I hear him now, I always will
bringing bullets for the new-born king
Trumpet sounds lamenting
Trampling down the blooms of the deceased
The double agent girl and the fallen priest
Here I go again
I hear those trumpets blow again
All aglow again
Taking a chance on love
Here I slide again
About to take that ride again
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his
swing swing,
Listen to the trumpets swing!
Blow blow blow blow,
Listen to the trombones go!
When the music goes around,
Everybody goes to town,
Here I go again, I hear those trumpets blow again.
All aglow again, takin' a chance on love.
Here I slide again, about to take that ride again.
to the lady fair
She was sitting outside on a balcony in in the cool night air
It was a starry night the moon was shining bright
And the trumpets rang
a little too much, and I joke a little too much,
And the tunes I request are not always the best,
But the ones where the trumpets blare.
So I go
down down and the flames went higher
And it burns burns burns the ring of fire the ring of fire
[ trumpet ]
I fell into a burning ring of fire...
swing swing swing, listen to the trumpet swing
Blow blow blow blow, listen to the trombones go
When the music goes around,
Everybody's goes go
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