Farewell our friend, but not goodbye.
Your time has come, your soul must fly.
To dance with angels, find the sun,
But how we'll miss our special one.
He walks among us just a while,
Weaved your magic, made us smile.
Your life was so full of light and tears,
We lived it through you, through the years.
The golden days, they went so fast.
The precious times, why can't they last?
So many loved you, did you know?
We were not ready to let you go.
The stars from Heaven are only lent.
A gift from God, that's why they're sent.
We won't forget our Belfast boy,
He filled our lives with so much joy.
Your star will shine now in the sky.
Farewell our friend, but not goodbye.
I've just being reading the comments on the BBC website and am astounded at the number of people complaining about the coverage amongst all the tributes. Why no? Why today? Why mock a man for the disease of alcoholism? Something which as he doctor put so eloquently today he was made too well by the transplant that he returned to drink.
Many of the comments however do refer to the fact that yet again today George Best has done more to unite the people of Northern Ireland than many a politician has tried and been unable to do.
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