Brass Parade of Blessing
# Genres: Festival Brass, Marching Band, New Orleans Style # Moods: Joyful, Celebratory, Grateful # Voices: Big Ensemble with Call and Response # Tempos: Upbeat Parade March
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Lyrics
Intro — Horn Blast / Snare Roll
Trumpets bright in afternoon sun,
Drums say “Count it! One by one!”
Sousaphone shaking the street —
Blessings marching to the beat!
Verse 1 — Everyday Food Blessings
Baruch Atah — over bread,
Hamotzi on the loaf we shred.
Mezonot on cake and pie,
Borei Pri Ha’etz when apples fly.
Ha’adamah for carrots sweet,
Shehakol for what we drink and eat.
Hagafen when the wine is poured —
Raise the cup and bless the Lord!
Cookies passed from hand to hand,
Street fair smells across the land,
Even popcorn, even tea —
Every bite a chance to see.
Chorus
Blow that horn and lift your voice —
Every breath is a holy choice!
Bless the simple, bless the small —
There’s a bracha for it all!
Step in time, don’t miss the sign —
The ordinary is divine!
March it loud from door to door —
Blessing waits in so much more!
Verse 2 — Nature & Wonder
See the lightning split the sky?
Oseh ma’aseh bereshit — cry!
Thunder rolling, mountains tall,
Shekocho u’gevurato fills us all.
Rainbow bending after rain?
Zocheir habrit again, again.
Ocean vast and desert wide —
Baruch she’asa et hayam with pride.
Cherry blossoms in the breeze,
Blossoming fruit upon the trees,
Baruch shelo chisar b’olamo —
Nothing missing as we go.
Morning light through windowpane,
Modeh Ani before we gain
Another day of borrowed breath —
Blessed the gift that outlives death.
Chorus — Bigger
Blow that horn and lift it higher!
Gratitude is holy fire!
From sunrise glow to evening star —
Blessings stretch both near and far!
Bless the rain and bless the sun,
Bless the race that’s never done!
Marching band and tambourine —
Bless the spaces in between!
Verse 3 — Mitzvot & Moments
Tallit wrapped at break of dawn,
L’hit’atef — the day goes on.
Tefillin tied on heart and head —
L’hani’ach — words we’ve said.
Lighting candles Friday night,
Lehadlik ner — golden light.
Hearing shofar’s trembling call,
Lishmoa kol — breaks the wall.
Giving tzedakah, quiet hand,
L’hafrish challah — grain from land.
Learning Torah late and deep —
La’asok bidivrei — truths we keep.
New clothes worn with grateful smile?
Shehecheyanu for the while.
New fruit tasted, season new —
Bless the first bite coming through.
Pre-Chorus — Crowd Call
What do we bless?
Everything!
Who do we thank?
The King!
Chorus — Call & Response
Blow that horn — (Bless the bread!)
Clap your hands — (Bless what’s said!)
Lift your feet — (Bless the street!)
Every step a blessing beat!
Bless the baby’s fragile cry,
Bless the wedding canopy,
Bless the healing, bless the scar —
Bless how far we’ve come so far!
Bridge — Reflective Slowdown
There are days the sky feels tight,
Words don’t land and hope’s not bright,
Bills unpaid and tempers worn —
Even then, the band is sworn.
For the Judge of truth and pain —
Dayan Ha’emet — still we stand.
Even loss has holy ground —
Blessed be the hidden sound.
When good arrives beyond our plans —
Hatov v’hametiv we stand.
When breath returns after fear —
Bless the fact that we are here.
Verse 4 — The Parade Expands
Bless the driver who lets you merge,
Bless restraint instead of urge.
Bless the friend who texts “You good?”
Bless the strength to choose the good.
Bless the soil beneath your feet,
Bless the stranger you might meet.
Bless the chance to start again —
Teshuvah in the hearts of men.
Bless the laughter loud and long,
Bless the rhythm of the song.
Bless the silence, bless the noise —
Bless the messy human joys.
Final Chorus — Full Brass Explosion
Blow that horn and shake the town!
Gratitude will wear the crown!
From the kitchen to the sky —
There’s a blessing passing by!
Bread and thunder, wine and rain,
Tallit threads and healed-up pain,
From cradle cry to wedding bar —
Blessings stretch as wide as אֲדָר!
March it loud through every street —
Turn the mundane to complete!
Brass Parade of Blessing bright —
Fill the world with holy light!
Outro — Fade with Horn Echo
Trumpets soften, drums grow still,
Yet blessings linger on the hill.
If you’re breathing, you can start —
There’s a bracha in your heart.