Oh Yes, I Remember Clifford Songtext
von The Manhattan Transfer

I know he′ll never be forgotten (long as there's still sound)
He was a king uncrowned (not all kings are given crowns)
I know I′ll always remember (always)
The warmth (all his warmth)
Of his sound (of his sound)

Lingers so long, I'm sure he's still around (still around)
For all those who′ve heard
Truly, they repeat him yet (even yet)
So those that hear won′t forget


And the ever-present sound that abounds in his praise
Echos throughout the universe
For endless spans of time uncountable by days
The pretty little piquant passages Clifford played
They are with us now
And I'm positive that they will endure
Should time and sacred circumstance allow
Yes, they′ll live forever

Oh yes, I remember Clifford now
Seems I always feel that Clifford's spirit′s hangin' round me somehow (we remember)
Each and every single day
I hear his lovely trumpet tone (such exquisite singing)
In every horn that seems to have a sound
That′s all its own, so somebody tell me how

How can we ever say for certain
Someone that played like Clifford Brown could play
Could really be said to have gone away?
I only know that I hear him now, and I believe that I always will
You've gotta believe
I remember Clifford, still, yes, I hear him still


I know he'll never be forgotten
He was a king uncrowned
I know I′ll always remember
′Member Clifford Brown
I'll always remember Clifford Brown