So now you’ve gone away
In a sudden gust of wind
And we’re sadder than hell
‘Cause we miss you, dear friend
Still, it’s good to know your great heart
Is glad and restored
Forever smokin’ fine cigars at the table of the Lord
At the table of the Lord
There is no mountain of virtue
Higher to ascend
No quality
More divine
Than to be a friend
Ah to be a friend
So kind