His voice convinced me angels sung in heaven

A town with lack of pity made me cry

I think I heard him first at age eleven

I’d never dreamed a man could sing so high.

He sung about the death of that gunslinger

Half heaven yet half heartache made me weep

I understood the anguish of this singer

And only love could put his pain to sleep.

A single day from Tulsa love was waiting

Or maybe there in Mecca all the while

He loved his life away thus demonstrating

It hurts to be in love – yet see him smile.

A voice to span five decades never jaded

Gene Pitney’s songs will live when all have faded.