He's still the best and so all the rest
are copies of the King;
You can't resist that voice of his
whenever Elvis sings.
His handsome face found a lasting place
in your heart and in mine;
The time has come when he has become
a legend in his own time.
The scene has changed and it is so strange
the golden voice is still;
His eyes are closed in sweet repose-
forget? - we never will!
The end is here we cry our tears
Elvis, our King is gone;
But this is true I promise you
the legend will live on.
© 2001, Fay Herridge