Clarence, my friend
Was as clear as the air
He lived on a hilltop in San Jose somewhere
And I never imagined an old man like this
With a heart so young with happiness
Clarence, my friend
He would call out to greet me
Though, using a cane, he would run out to meet me
With arms open wide
He'd hug me, "Hello?"
And I knew by the light from his old-ancient eyes
I was home, home
Clarence, take this wherever you may go to
The world is so lucky having known you
You are beautiful
Clarence would talk
And I'd painfully listen
In hopes that he'd show me his secret of wisdom
But he'd only bellylaugh
And slap both his knees
Saying, "Davy, I love you, but there are no secrets in me
You see this old mountain?
See this old man?
The way that you see us is all your creation and
You are the only one
With all of the truth
Now me, or the mountain
Or anyone saying they do, ooh"
Clarence, take this wherever you may go to
The world is so lucky having known you
You are beautiful
You are beautiful
The shiningest light he bestowed on me
And it flowed from me like a stream
Memories of you just abound in my dreams
The old tire hanging from the tree
Would swing Clarence and me
And though I am grown now
And moved miles away
I believed he's still up there
And will be 'til his dying day, hey
Clarence, take this wherever you may go to
The world is so lucky having known you
You are beautiful
You are beautiful
