We went to the park just last Thursday
To hear a good old brass band.
The one we were gonna be hearin’
Is the wonderful Newtonburg Band.

There were other folks there to enjoy ‘em
On blankets and also on  chairs.
The members all pitched in to setup
As soon as the whole band was there.

The band then changed into their costumes
From four score and six years ago.
They sat down and started up playin'
The grand notes all sweetly did flow.

With eyes closed I started to ponder
The simpler days long gone by
When parks were all filled every Sunday
For music in the heat of July.

The tuba would boom like the thunder,
The piccolo tweet like a bird,
The trombones' glissandos were gorgeous,
The clarinets notes could be heard.

The leader was tellin’ some jokes now,
And all seemed to be so sublime.
The old men were dancin’ and prancin’
And havin’ a wonderful time.

I was snorin’ when somebody nudged me
To bring me back from the past
To kids being pushed by their daddies
And folks sittin' out on the grass.

I knew I’d been sleepin’ and dreamin’
But oh, it was certainly grand
For the chance to dream and to listen
To the Wonderful Newtonburg Band.