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.