In the mystic woods
Reality winds
An eternal path
To somewhere that minds
Alone remember
Each Soulful song
Where a dozen black deer
Seemed to belong
Quietly together
Their confidence growing
Musical memories
Forever flowing
So captivating
An exceptional feat
such was the sign
Such was our treat
Tom was a gentle man
Always sincere
His natural ability
It became clear
His voice and his choices
Were his from the start
And he finds his place
In everyone’s heart
That ever had heard him
A natural guy
Who already is missed
By those he taught to fly
Just sixty six years
Not a long stay
But like the black deers
Though they seemed to go away
They remain With us always
Its what they do
In our hearts in our minds
They just come on through