To Our Brother Popeye
Hey Popeye, Can you feel the wind in heaven? Can you hear your brothers call your name? And you see the tears that fall? Our club won’t be the same.
Can you feel the wind in heaven, When we gather in our group? Can you hear the sound of silence, When we look where once you stood?
Can you feel the wind in heaven? Can you hear the Relic Ladies cry? Can you feel our broken hearts Because we have to say goodbye? Can you feel the wind in heaven While your brothers hold back tears? Leather cuts and watery eyes, How much we’d rather have you here. We hope there is a biker heaven And we’ll meet again someday; We hope to feel the wind in heaven When we ride again someday. Love you brother.