The Man from Birmingham
Your not here anymore
Who could say where you’ve gone
But you’ve left behind memories so your spirit lives on,
And on

It’s been said before, doesn’t make it less true
You were so full of life, so funny, yet you were so blue
I lost count of the times you brought many a joy-filled
Smile
To all of us, your friends, as we sat and solved the
Problems of the world
With you at the Cairns bus station we sat in our backpackers
Vans
Enraptured we listened as we watched the man from
Birmingham

The man from Birmingham
The man from Birmingham
The man from Birmingham
The man from Birmingham

So hard we did laugh at your many impersonations
And your jokes, your anecdotes, your stories, your wit
And your charms
Your rendition of Elvis as you blew on the harp
So vivid a memory embedded deep within my heart
Thus I promised myself and I promised to your soul
That the same harp I will master before I grow old

But for now my dear friend, the best thing that I can do
Is to sing this short sad memory of you
In memory of you, the man from Birmingham
In memory, in memory, in memory of you
The man from Birmingham
The man from Birmingham
The man from Birmingham
The man from Birmingham
In memory of you