Harmonica Forever

Oh, the harmonica, it sighs and it hums,

Like a lonesome train where the melody runs.

It bends the blues, it twists the air,

A pocket of music, beyond compare.

Harmonica forever, it sings so sweet,

A little wind and wonder, can't be beat.

Forever it whistles, forever it cries,

A tune for the heart, under wide-open skies.

A sailor’s breeze, or a cowboy’s tune,

It dances by daylight, it waltzes by moon.

Each note a secret, each chord a smile,

It takes you away, if just for a while.

Oh, it whispers, oh, it roars,

It’s a river flowing through open doors.

A harmonica speaks, no words required,

It fans the flames of dreams inspired.

Harmonica forever, it sings so sweet,

A little wind and wonder, can't be beat.

Forever it whistles, forever it cries,

A tune for the heart, under wide-open skies.

So keep it close, in your hand or your coat,

A harmonica’s more than a simple note.

It’s jazz, it’s blues, it’s a breath of art,

Harmonica forever, straight to the heart.