By Another George Clinton Date: 7 February 1998
In the early hours of the morning,
when the grass is covered with dew.
And, the sun's begun its grey dawning,
that's when I'll think of you.
Oh, each day, each night, always,
I'll think of you . . .
One day without a warning,
we lost the love we knew.
And, now with every morning,
I think of you . . . .
Oh, each day, each night, always,
I think of you . . . .
In admiration for your talent, George,
wherever you are.