Trumpet Sounds - Lonnie Donegan

By a jazz club window a young boy stood one day

To hear the band rehearsing the tunes that they would play

While they wouldn’t let him inside cuz there wasn’t any room in there

And when asked why he listened he said I’m just wondering where

Where shall I be when that first trumpet sounds

Where shall I be when it sounds so loud

It sounds so loud as to wake up the dead

Oh, where shall I be when it sounds

Maybe I’ll be swinging on down that dusty road

Well I’m wondering why bring me such a big … oh lord

Nobody seems to bother if I live or if I die

But when that fan starts swinging my soul begins to fly

Where shall I be when that first trumpet sounds

Where shall I be when it sounds so loud

It sounds so loud as to wake up the dead

Oh, where shall I be when it sounds

If I reach a hundred well I won’t be satisfied

Until I hear that trumpet swinging only by my side

Well I don’t know where I’m heading and the way there isn’t very clear

But that happy music is all I wanna hear

Where shall I be when that first trumpet sounds

Where shall I be when it sounds so loud

It sounds so loud as to wake up the dead

Oh, where shall I be when it sounds