Andrew

In the Best of Years, There was Wales In forty years, A new chance at glass For iron in Heaven, It was better with him And all the passing cars, Saluted

On time and At War, Andrew knew the right of refuge And answered redemption with the largest esteem For his brethren, Life was no other, But forgiving forever where he waits for us In the Anthem he wrote

But by the shore The stars awept For the Kingdom of Night And a sea of Hearts for Mom In many ways, A play was won, Against time And in the hue of every dream Fourscore and always alight The way our coffee held us By rhythm and Kingfisher, Our friend in Harmony To play the course Of a streeted esteem In High Royal Carriage For the Govern Ground And by greatness we knew He was King And at last number one For chances to throw about The glad days of what we wore Which was every wish For a smile that continues In Command