On a sweet June evening,
I sat upon the ground
where woes; were so fleeting,
quashed by joyous sound,
asking who that man was
whose notes could reach the sky
then came friendly answer,
why, that’s old Barr McKay.
Sliding psalms on six string
whilst many did join in,
to form a smile singing;
where the base, was him,
the wisdom of a Wilbury,
could really make you fly,
when your heart was opened
by Mr. Barr McKay.
Thus, let’s all drink a pledge
and keep his song alive,
in such dark times; he did fledge,
both kin and friend; alike,
so, listen on the wind,
deep voice, from up high,
for it will be the one we miss;
thank you, sir; Barr McKay.