EMERALD GREEN
By Edward Kenny
The sun will be warm today,
And golden to light his way,
The sky at its truest blue,
So much like the friend I knew.
It’s strange to see him up there,
Just yesterday he was here,
But what is a man to say?
The boy has a game to play.
Up on an emerald green, (CHORUS)
Up on a higher plane,
The fairway is so serene,
That's where he will remain.
I think of when we played ball,
The laughter that I recall,
Us sharing a Christmas meal,
And the feelings that are real.
It’s part of the life we knew,
I'm holding it all for you,
A gift for the moment when
You and I will meet again...
Up on an emerald green, (CHORUS)
Up on a higher plane,
The fairway is so serene,
That's where he will remain.
And golden to light his way,
The sky at its truest blue,
So much like the friend I knew.
It’s strange to see him up there,
Just yesterday he was here,
But what is a man to say?
The boy has a game to play.
Up on an emerald green, (CHORUS)
Up on a higher plane,
The fairway is so serene,
That's where he will remain.
I think of when we played ball,
The laughter that I recall,
Us sharing a Christmas meal,
And the feelings that are real.
It’s part of the life we knew,
I'm holding it all for you,
A gift for the moment when
You and I will meet again...
Up on an emerald green, (CHORUS)
Up on a higher plane,
The fairway is so serene,
That's where he will remain.
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