The Piccolo

In every town across the land
In country high and country low
He traveled with the ancient band
And played the piccolo

He was a young man - yes a young man
Once each evening he would stand
And play his solo - virtuoso
Stood before the band

See he stands before the band
To play his solo sweet
Yet at this very moment
Lonely eyes must meet
And between the silver tones
And from rhythmic note to note
His eyes found hers and hers found his
And his heart was smote

In every town across the land
In country high and country low
You may see the ancient band
Yet without a piccolo

I once heard a piccolo - many years ago
In a cottage lonely by the bye
I heard a baby's whimpering
Turned to happy simpering
By the lovely laughing lullaby
And between the silver tones
And from rhythmic note to note
Once more I heard the piccolo
And my heard was smote

In every town across the land
In country high and country low
Once more complete the ancient band
Has again a piccolo

He is a young man - yes a young man
Once each evening he will try
To play the solo virtuoso
That he learned from a lullaby