He is gone, But he still lives on, In every heart and mind Of those he left behind. Folks truly loved him much, Because their souls he touched. And he loved them so, That they won't let him go. He gave their hearts a tickle That always made them giggle. Closer they would wriggle Till he felt them jiggle. Then he'd give a piercing look And open up that book. He'd speak into our hearts Of our adventures in the stars He'd share with us a dream Of what our lives could mean If we work to be like he Who gave it up for you and me. And then he'd say… [Mountain Spiritual Rap interlude] Night falls early in the desert of a life. It cuts off the day like the edge of a knife. Don't wait till dark to do your day's work, Or you'll lose the fruit of everything shirk. [Back to the main tune…] And now he is gone, But he still lives on In every heart and mind Of those he left behind.