In the wee hours of Easter morn
The Moravian Trumpet Choir roved the town
Playing the horn
Christ the Lord is Risen Today Aaaa-aa-lay-lu-u-ya.
As welcome as the hyacinths and crocuses
And tulips and daffodils in my garden.
The desert has none of that.
Only the sun and the blue sky,
Almost as sure as
My risen savior.