Legends

The longer I live, the more angels go home, as my friends and loved ones pass, I feel so alone, the good times we shared the music that we made, can never separate us, not even by the grave

Many legends have gone home, in this short life of mine, Roy, Rick and Jerry, we're all heros of mine, they're now singing in heaven, with the glory band, songs like fly away and on this rock I stand

There are times that the wind blows, thru the autum leaves or passes thru the valley, thru the pine trees, I can hear the harps playing with guitar strings in tune, the trumpets play in chorus, knowing it will be soon.

Many legends have gone home, in this short life of mine, Roy, Rick and Jerry, we're all heros of mine, they're now singing in heaven, with the glory band, songs like fly away and on this rock I stand