Title: “The Brass of the West Wind” (Verse 1) Oh the horns they

Title: “The Brass of the West Wind” (Verse 1) Oh the horns they rang in the morning mist, With a gleam of gold and a rhythmic twist, From Sussex towns to the southern shore, They set their sails to play once more. (Chorus) Heave ho, for the Cornwall show, With trumpets high and tubas low! From harbours gray to the rolling moor, We’ll blast our music on every shore! (Verse 2) The drummer’s b**t like a storm at sea, With cymbals crashing wild and free, The trombones slid through salty air, As the euphonium danced with windswept flair. (Chorus) Heave ho, for the Cornwall show, With trumpets high and tubas low! From harbours gray to the rolling moor, We’ll blast our music on every shore! (Verse 3) Through Truro pubs and Bodmin lanes, Our melodies rolled like coastal trains, In miners’ halls and cliffside inns, The echoes shook the seabird’s wings. (Bridge) No storm nor tide shall mute our sound, Brass fFusion’s fire is ocean-bound, We blend the jazz, and Swing, and more- With brassy hearts along the shore! (Final Chorus) Heave ho, for the Cornwall show, With trumpets high and tubas low! Raise your pints and stomp the floor, Brass Fusion has come to shake the shore!