'Elvis is leaving the building'
but hush mamma, say no goodbyes.
In Concert he will be tomorrow
romancing with Blue Spanish Eyes.
His words will float over the mountains
musical memories caressing the trees.
Elvis will return to the Promised Land
singing his Moody Blue melodies.
The image of Elvis is ever appearing:
gentle on the mind is the magic of love.
So hush mamma, why are you crying?
Elvis is happy now, in the Chapel of Love.
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