When the ghost of a fallen hero comes
When the bagpipes play the sweet sound
The hero paid in blood
Honor and bravery
Fallen but never forgotten
Folded flags and orphaned babies
Saved by grace
The memory and love will last forever
Stars and stripes waving beside a marble rock
Tear drops don't fall from heaven
But the sun does shine down on bronze
Do they play the pipes and drums
On the golden streets above?
Jaymz Whyte
When I get to heaven I hope to see
I hope to see B.B. King
I hope he's got a stage that's all his own
I hope to walk down golden streets
Golden streets that lead me to his stage
Maybe he will sing to me for 100 years
The man with the beautiful voice
A beautiful voice with a choir of angels
Angels and Lucille for eternity
In gods light he shines
He shines just for me
BB King you bring tears to my eyes
B.B. King you are a Beautiful man a beautiful soul
Your voice is golden
Lucille is true and I will always love you
until the end of time
B.B. I never liked to sing
I never liked to sing and move
Your soul reaches out and touches mine
You make my soul sing
Your soul makes me sing
It make's me sing and move
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