The music is playing and the crowd is dancing
A great band's final tour is in the offering
We will welcome with smiles and know of suffering
Enjoying the event, and the word's financing

A piece of history, at least Canadian
Will leave us with stories of greener adventures
When we first heard Courage and the rhythmic measures
And the Poets are fading, varying radian

Rocking out final steps to the Blow at High Dough
Wanting to swing for fences to fight this great disease
To let Gord enjoy life, sing us away at ease

As each of us will join, let's hear his final blow
Closing with Fiddler's Green, let's remember good times
All the memories last way past all of our primes.