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.