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.