The Voice
He was The Voice and he was the song
That played millions of times from regions beyond
Hoboken, New Jersey he decided to become a singer
Struck out "Your Hit Parade" and went through the ringer
1962 "Lets Fly Away" to Capitol Records, Hollywood L.A.
Oscar Awards covered the man's hands
but it wasn't his acting that made him so grand
His voice and personality was like "Summer Wind,"
"That came blowin' in"
The Voice traveled among every ear and still traveling
for years and years
People have loved and people have cried
The Voice is the one to bring tears to there eyes
Even though he is gone today
you remeber how he did it "My Way"
Although I've never seen him, his Voice lives with me
As one of my best childhood memories
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