There’s a hole in the world where a good man stood
And a vacuum in his place
Where the wind of sorrow rushes in
O’er the shadow of his face
Left in the wake of his wit and verve
The waters yet are rippled
Now the footprints of a giant to fill
With a loss that leaves us crippled
So who will raise the standard here
Where he fell and left it lying
In a moment please, if you don’t mind
Give us just a pause for crying
