I’m sorry, friends, that I can’t be with you here today.
If you’re all gathered it means I’ve passed away.
But if I were there I’d tell you not to shed a tear or frown.
I’d tell you just too simply say, “Another Bike has gone down.”
If I were there I’d tell you I have no more pain or strife,
That I loved my wonderful life.
Side by side, we always ride, and seem to move as one.....
From early bin the morning light, to the setting of the sun.
And children point at me, from cars that pass me by....
And young ones ask their parents, why they have mirrors for their eyes?
I loved to be “in the wind”. I loved when my engine rumbled,
And Paul was always there for me, if I would fall or stumble,
with his care and kind repair my engine began to rumble.
My rider was always best with his words of jest
Reliable steed with closed shaft drive
Genuine feel and English pride
Cleaning engines with latest tech
Sparing this lady from this wreck

We’ve traveled many miles ago shared many heavier load
If I could be there with you now, we’d laugh and share memories from our past,
And this would be just one more tale, another story, another wail.
But today I can’t be with you, except in heart and memory stores.
So you’ll have to laugh, remember the past, and then let your engines roar!
Please smile and do not shed a tear, wipe away that silly fear
I’m off upon that final road, where once loved
Now no one seems to know

Now my rusty body sits idle in the dark of an owner that just bought me for a lark
My oil weeps from my cog, my once glossy frame now rusting in pain.
For now no one is here to turn my key and light my spark or set me free
For now I am in shadow so cold and so weak, I think of the past, perhaps....a peep
Lights down low it’s time to, goooooooooooooooo.........