Oh,[C] Luke, you were so[F] dear to us, singing all your[C] songs.
As you[C] danced on that[F] glorious stage, for times short and[Am] long.
It was[C] like magic when you[F] played your banjo and[Am] sang.
Almost[C] as if we were[F] in a trance when you [C]came.
Your voice is unmatched, me boy, no one can come close.
Your wit and energy, Luke, was equal only to songs you chose.
To hear your voice and see you dance, it is a grand ol' sight.
When you sang songs of rebels and their might.
We'll not forget how you showed us what life was about.
Not money, not power, or drinks, these lessons you did shout.
Life is about living and being with ones you love.
Thank you for the days, dear Luke, your time was not enough.
We'll live on without you, lad, I promise that we'll try.
Though the emptiness in our hearts is enough to make us cry.
We'll see you one day soon, when we go your same way.
And we'll talk and laugh as you once did, in the good old days.
This is the song I sing, for you, Luke, me boy.
I sing this out of love and thanks for bringing me such joy.
Joy from the songs you sang, and joy from your free ways.
Thank you, Luke, so much; I hope we meet one day.
