There's a man who is sure
All the putters are gold
And he's driving the fairways in heaven
When he gets there he knows
If the pro shop is closed
With a word he can get what he came for
Ooh ooh ooh ooh and he's driving the fairways in heaven
There's a sign on his wall
But he wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the green
There's a songbird who sings
of a garden spot with no misgiving
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder
There's a feeling I get
When I think of the best
And his spirit must never be leaving
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke up on the greens
And the voices of the forum are broken
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder
And it's whispered that soon, If we all fall in tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand strong
And the forums will echo with laughter
If you are rescued from the fescue
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a cue from St. Andrew
Yes, there are cart paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to make his name live on
And it makes me wonder
Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear Andy, can you hear the wind blow
And did you know
Your fairway lies on the whispering wind
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a man that we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll....................
And he's driving the fairways in heaven