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