Every time I close my eyes blowing that trumpet of mine, I look right into the heart of good old New Orleans. It has given me something to live for.

Unless you know what it is I ain't never going to be able to explain it to you.

We all do 'do, re, mi,' but you have got to find the other notes yourself.

Never play anything the same way twice.

Not too slow, not too fast. Kind of like half-fast.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces of people goin' by I see friends shaking hands saying, "How do you do" They're really saying "I love you." I hear babies cry, I watch then grow They'll learn much more than I'll ever know; And I think to myself, What a wonderful world; Yes, I think to myself, What a wonderful world. Oh yeah!

My whole life, my whole soul, my whole spirit is to blow that horn.