Oh Yes, 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

That lingers so long, I'm sure he's still around

For those who heard, they repeat him yet

So those who hear won't forget

The sound of each phrase

Echoes of time uncountable by days

The things he played are with us now

And they will endure should time allow

Oh yes, I remember Clifford

I seem to always feel him near somehow

Every day, I hear his lovely tone

In every trumpet sound that has a beauty on its own

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

I hear him now and always will

Believe me, I remember Clifford still