Ever Elvis

Ever Elvis


The halls at Graceland are silent,
No more do they ring with song;
No more do they echo the laughter
Of our King and his happy throng.

The Kingís own bedroom is empty,
Though most things havenít been touched;
For it hurts to go into that room now,
Everyone misses him so much.

In the Meditation Garden
Where the King loved to sit at ease,
A marble slab marks the sacred spot
Where he lies in eternal peace.

Now the famous gates at Graceland
Donít echo the usual sounds
Of the fans, crying out for Elvis Ė
The King is no longer around.

© 1977 Fay Herridge

Ever Elvis

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