VERSE 1|We traveled from afar|Over land, over sea|To raise a glass, say our last goodbye|We were burying a friend |A scholar, a poet|A maker of the dreams gone by|As the day went on|And the songs were sung|And the mood went high to low|We were lost in time with an empty void|But a voice that carries on|||VERSE 2|We gathered in our droves|For one last hurrah|Was the great wake of our time|We raised up a glass|As we sent him off|To the great gig in the sky|As the rain came down |And the night drew dark|I could feel a tear in my eye|The likes of him won't be seen again|a legend of our time||CHORUS|In glory we will go|For one last drink|For the king's last show||VERSE 3|The stories that were told|From the days of the old|From the gutters |To the mountains high|His heart now can rest|We have all been blessed |He has shared with us his crock of gold|As the days go on|We'll still hear those songs|They'll be there|Till we meet our end|Let's raise one more glass|To his ghost and past|And the words that he leaves us now||CHORUS|In glory we will go|For one last drink|For the king's last show||MIDDLE 8|We'll sing from night until morning|His songs from night until morning||CHORUS|In glory we will go|For one last drink|For the king's last show