A memory was triggered in my heart,
Looking back to those times
When my lover and I played music,
Played music together.
Those wonderful times in the band
Swinging away to the audiences,
Where my trumpet would blast out
And such sweet sounds came from her clarinet,
Or from her voice when she stood in front
And her wonderful voice rang out in the room.
So many fine memories,
But the finest of them all
Was playing music with my lover.
It is not the same playing without her,
But when I play I know she is with me
And one day we will be playing our music,
Playing our music together
As we always used to before,
Before she went to play,
Play in heaven’s band.