You hang me around your neck gently and slow
I wait for you to in my holes to blow
believe me I'm in tune for you
just blow me, and play me too.
Lean towards me you'll find me there
closer and closer until your lips are where
you blow the right tunes, and you'll see
You and I sure are a pair meant to be.
Wish your harmonica was me.
(Dylan and his harmonica)