Montreal, A Jazz of It’s Own – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

The streets of Montreal, they croon and they sigh

With a rhythm that’s all their own

The city’s heart beats with the sound of jazz

And it echoes through the stones

From the smoky bars to the neon lights

The music is a force to be reckoned

It seeps into your bones and takes hold

And leaves you with a soul so beckoned

The saxophones wail and the trumpets blare

As the bass line thumps and grooves

The pianos tinkle and the drums roll on

As the musicians find their moves

In the jazz scene of Montreal

Where the notes are wild and free

You’ll find a piece of heaven

In every melody

So take a stroll down Boulevard Saint-Laurent

Or the rue Sainte-Catherine

And let the music guide you

To the soul only jazz will imagine

For in this city of soulful sound

You’ll find a home among the jazz

Where the music is a language

And the beat is all that lasts