Well well well
Many mourn for Bob
So he was young with no regret
The race was hard and he did his best
When your whole world lets you down
Where will you turn
A ship tossed and battered by the angry sea

He was more than a good friend
Yeah he was more than heaven sent
Oh the good Lord bless his soul
Reminisce on the days of old
The tide of time keeps raging on
You lose the battle just to win the war

Many mourn for Bob
When it's time to have some fun
You find the tears run on down through your face
May eleventh came and the children said
Where will we turn the stars
Are getting closer nine miles away

And it's more than a memory.
Yea it's more than words can say
You live the life you love.
Grow the wings of a dove
The light in the lamp keeps turning on
You lost the battle just to win the war

So where will we turn
Many mourn for Bob
Oh he was young with no regret
Many mourn for Bob
The race was hard and he did his best