Ghost of Memphis ®

TRIBUTE TO THE GHOST OF MEMPHIS

They say on a moonlit August night

You can hear his voice in the summer wind,

When spirits move across the land…

…it chills me to the bone.

And we see his face in a candle flame,

While a silky breeze softly whispers his name,

And a red, red rose proclaims the love…

and the loss of the Ghost of Memphis®.

He came on the scene when the world was a-dreamin’,

And nations were heavy with hearts that were schemin’,

We listened and heard a message of love…

from the lips of the king of rock and roll.

Poor boy, poor boy, lonely crooner,

magic mystery man,

See the trembling silhouette,

the blazing back lights span,

Hypnotic steel blue eyes

and sweat a-streaming down,

Where in the world did you come from,

and lord, where are you now?

We see him brother, lover, friend,

Bedecked in cape and jewels grand,

Dropping kisses upon children playing in a cloud,

Long way home, long way home, long way home…

And we see his face in a candle flame,

While a silky breeze softly whispers his name,

And a red, red rose proclaims the love…

and the loss of the Ghost of Memphis®.

Sandra Mackey

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