Everyone agrees it too soon It was only meant to be an You kept of death in the back pocket of your jeans In the palm of hand, affection
It like a sudden gust of wind Leaving them to ask how I recall last time we met you said meet again The irony is only now
These days cries, "Say uncle" They want to your spirit lest it die For this your sons and widow gather us at the table To form a circle for our new demise
These days cries, "Say uncle" I the memories quickly as I can Add to the portrait we all draw in our minds Your body gone, we keep the man
I my eyes and hope they do not fade remnants of a voice and of a smile Images of cloaked in forest green Like your life mile by mile
A fierce embrace, a of thanks A cheerful whistle and in a van these pieces must bring back the man you were Though the ocean claims your ashes on the
These days cries, "Say uncle" They want to your spirit lest it die For this your and widow gather with us at the table To form a healing circle for our new
These everyone cries, "Say uncle" I the memories quickly as I can Add them to the we all draw in our minds Your gone, we shall keep the man
days everyone cries, "Say uncle" They want to your spirit lest it die For this your sons and gather with us at the table To form a healing circle for our new
These everyone cries, "Say uncle" I retrieve the quickly as I can And add them to the portrait we all in our minds Your gone, we shall keep the man