I know he'll never be forgotten He was a king uncrowned I know I'll always remember The warmth of his sound
Linger 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 his 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 feel 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 Someone so real has really gone away? I hear him now And always will, believe me
