My Secret Blues

Under the old lamppost, Where the midnight shadows fall, I remember a lonely trumpet singing through it all. The city held its breath, The night stood still and low, While every star above me wore a softer glow. I never knew his name, I never saw his smiling face. He came just like a whisper, then he vanished Without a trace. But I keep... From a dream that touched me so, I still hear that magic sound. When the world stood still Around. My blues. My blues. My blues. My old sweet endless blues. Endless blues. My blues. My blues. My blues. My heart still knows the secret blues. Secret blues. Years have rolled like rivers, Washing streets away. New faces pass beneath me, In the changing light of day. The trees have lost their colors, Old windows fade away. But I still hear that trumpet, Like a song that chose to stay. I still carry that old glow, From a dream that touched me so. I still hear that magic sound. When the world stood still around. My blues. My blues. My blues. My old sweet endless blues. Endless blues. My blues. My blues. My blues. My heart still knows the secret blues. Secret blues. My friends are gone, Those old lights, That knew my lonely glow. The park has changed its colors, But I Still remember you. The voices of the past are fading like a Distant song. But the night still keeps the melody That carried me along. I still carry that old glow. From a dream that touched me so. I still hear that magic sound. When the world... Stood still around. Hmm. My blues. My blues. My blues. My old sweet endless blues. Endless blues. Endless blues. My blues, my blues, my blues. My blues. My blues. My blues. My blues. My heart still knows The secret blues. Secret blues. Hmm. I still carry That old glow. Carry that old glow. From a dream that touched me so. Touched me so. I still hear that magic sound. Magic sound. When the world stood still around. Still around. My blues. My blues. My blues. My old sweet Endless blues. Endless blues. My blues. My blues. My blues. My heart still knows the secret Blues. My own sweet endless Blues.