I suppose you're doin' all right now Making beautiful music on a white cloud The Father, Son and a holy host of angels Surely sent up three cheers Even as your mortal friends Shed a few tears We miss you down here
Hey Gene, we remember you Yeah we laugh when we think of Eugene Hey Gene, we remember you Yeah we cry when we think of you Gene Hey Gene, we remember you Yeah we love you Anyway, hey Gene
I suppose you've found some peculiar Creatures to get to know You always were a curious kind soul Sad you had to go so soon
Hey Gene... Flap your wings
I feel the dust and gravel under my feet I suppose you're walkin' down golden streets Everybody always forgave you A child of mystery And I remember you were merciful to me
Hey Gene... Give Jesus a kiss for us
Hey Gene... Flap your wings, flap your wings
I suppose you're playin' a harp now
Words by S. Hindalong/D. Michaels, Music by D. Daugherty