TRIBUTE TO A TEXAN LEGEND
It's many years
on and many years gone,
Since December
six, eighty-eight,
And his final
song had echoed out
Within his
homeland Texas State.
The voice that
passed away that day,
Was more than
desperate and sad -
He'd never sing
alive again
And that, my
friends, was all so bad.
Yet in our
minds, our hearts, our homes,
Melodies linger
on and long,
Down the
volume, he'll still be heard
So high above
his mourning song.
A man whose
life was full of grief,
His wife hit by
a killer truck
Claudette died
on her motorbike.
Then another
tragedy struck.
Two sons died
in the burning flames -
Gone were Tony
and Roy DeWayne -
At his
Hendersonville homestead.
Just how could
he survive the pain?
Deathly anguish
and bitter thoughts,
Replaced with
professional calm
He rose again
above his grief,
His loyal fans
were in his palm.
Each song he
sung, a masterpiece
The Texan sang
so beautiful,
Etched on the
world's eternal disc
Voice
unquavering, powerful.
Listen to his
ballad "Claudette",
His "Crying"
and his "Blue Bayou".
Then "It's
Too Soon to Know" and yet
If "Only
the Lonely" weren't true.
"In
Dreams" of his "Pretty Woman",
Was he
"Running Scared" from "The Crowd",
Way down to his
"Sleepy Hollow"
To write and
sing, vibrant, aloud.
Record,
perform, on stage his act,
Immense
applause that will not end.
As the world
pays great homage to
“’Roy Orbison“’
- Texan legend.
© Dave Feakes
