Ode To The Gentle Bassoon Video (MV)

Oh, wondrous reed of deep embrace,
Thy voice doth charm with stately grace,
In chamber soft or concert grand,
Thy mellow tones so sweetly stand.
Sing, O sing, the gentle bassoon,
With notes that lift beneath the moon,
Liz, thy skill doth bless the ear,
In melodies both bright and clear.
Thy breath doth weave a silken thread,
In airs of gold, where angels tread,
From mellow lows to heights so high,
Thou art the music of the sky.
Sing, O sing, the gentle bassoon,
With notes that lift beneath the moon,
Liz, thy skill doth bless the ear,
In melodies both bright and clear.
Thy breath doth weave a silken thread,
In airs of gold, where angels tread,
From mellow lows to heights so high,
Thou art the music of the sky.
Sing, O sing, the gentle bassoon,
With notes that lift beneath the moon,
Liz, thy skill doth bless the ear,
In melodies both bright and clear.
Thy timbre warm, like autumn's hue,
A symphony in every view,
Liz, the maestro of the wood,
In thee, true beauty is understood.
Oh, noble bassoon, thy praise we sing,
In halls of joy, let echoes ring,
For Liz, thy hands, so deft and true,
Bring forth the art that doth renew.
Sing, O sing, the gentle bassoon,
With notes that lift beneath the moon,
Liz, thy skill doth bless the ear,
In melodies both bright and clear.
So let the bassoon forever play,
In night's embrace or light of day,
Liz, our hearts with joy do fill,
Thy music reigns, serene and still.