He came into the world one hundred years ago,
This scrawny little kid from New Jersey.
He changed the world,
And Flew to the Moon
With me hanging onto his coat tails.
The Songs for Swingin’ lovers,
The album that has been with me all my life,
An anthem for the world to follow.
This insignificant man grew into an immortal,
One that will always be remembered.
His soft velvet tones flowing through the ether,
A legacy of his love of music,
That comes through his voice,
And stir so many emotions within us.
He sang to us for years,
He retired and then came back.
He retired many times,
And his comebacks were legion,
But he could not comeback from his final breath
Except in my mind,
Where I can still hear his voice
Transporting me to his presence,
And knowing that throughout his life,
He always did it, his way.