I Remember Clifford

I know he'll never be forgotten

He was a king uncrowned

I know I'll always remember

The warmth of his sound

Lingering long I'm sure he's still around

For those who heard they respect him yet

So those who hear won't forget

The sound of each phrase

Echoing time uncountable by days

The things he played are with us now

And they'll endure should time allow

Oh yes I remember Clifford

I seem to always fed him near somehow

Every day I hear his lovely tone

In every trumpet sound that has a beauty all its own

So how can we say something so real has really gone away?

I hear him now, I always will

Believe me I remember Clifford still.