(Clifford...)
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
(Was in his sound)
Lingers so long I'm sure he's still around
(Still around... Those who've heard)
For all those who've heard
Truly, they repeat him yet
(Even yet)
So those who 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' roun' 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 day 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 got to 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