You walk the streets, you hear the sound, the Negaunee Band plays for Tinseltown. They clutch their horns, ice beneath their stands, they struggle valiantly to move their hands.
Atop Iron Street, at Breitung Park, they await the parade, in the growing dark.
Their feet are froze, their fingers numb, and icicles hang from the drums. They dream of summer, of thunderstorms, of hot parades and wool uniforms.
The crowd has grown, St. Nick is here, his magic lights to bring Yule cheer. Our work is done, our lips are shot, we’ll hibernate and practice lots. Happy Holidays to you, we hope they’re grand, from all of us at the Negaunee City Band.