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.