You took my sunshine with you that dark and mournful day. Turning my world around me Into the color gray. Your voice was like concrete that I learned to lean upon. When times got cold and hard, I turned you up and sang along.
Now my lovely days are broken, scattered in the breeze. A song I’ll keep repeating to set my soul at ease. Farewell Mr. Withers, your memory will stay. I’ll keep your rhyme within me as I walk on life’s pathway.