I suppose you're doing all right now, making beautiful music on a white cloud,
The Father, Son and a holy host of angels surely sent up three cheers, even as your mortal friends shed a few tears,
We miss you down here.

Hey Gene, we remember you,
Yeah, we laugh when we think of Eugene,
Hey Gene, we remember you,
Yeah, we cry when we think of you, Gene,
Hey Gene, we remember you,
Yeah, we love you anyway.

I suppose you've found some peculiar creatures to get to know,
You always were a curious, kind soul,
Sad you had to go so soon.

Hey Gene, we remember you,
Yeah, we laugh when we think of Eugene,
Hey Gene, we remember you,
Yeah, we cry when we think of you, Gene,
Hey Gene, we remember you,
Yeah, we love you anyway,
Hey Gene, flap your wings.

Flap your wings.

Now I feel the dust and gravel under my feet,
I suppose you're walking down golden streets,
Everybody always forgave you, a child of mystery,
And I remember you were merciful to me.

Hey Gene, we remember you,
Yeah, we laugh when we think of Eugene,
Hey Gene, we remember you,
Yeah, we cry when we think of you, Gene,
Hey Gene, we remember you,
Yeah, we love,
Give Jesus a kiss for us.

Hey Gene, we remember you,
Yeah, we laugh when we think of Eugene,
Hey Gene, we remember you,
Yeah, we cry when we think of you, Gene,
Hey Gene, we remember you,
Yeah, we love you anyway,
Hey Gene, hey Gene, flap your wings, flap your wings.

I suppose you're playing a harp now.