Dreadful Sorry

On a bookshelf, on a high shelf,
With a rocket on the spine,
I first saw the name of Dickson
On some volume large and fine.

Had to read it, had to love it,
Had to learn the songs in full,
Had to look up Sir John Hawkwood,
Had to feel the story's pull.

Gordy Dickson, Gordy Dickson, Gordy Dickson, you're the one --
Now you've gone and left forever, somewhere far beyond the sun.

Told of dragons, told of Hokas,
Told of brave men, told of fun,
Told of SCA and Dorsai,
And I wanted to be one.

Never knew you, never met you,
I regret your passing still.
Now I want to read new Dickson
And I know I never will.

Gordy Dickson, Gordy Dickson, Gordy Dickson, you're the one --
Now you've gone and left forever, somewhere far beyond the sun.

You made music, you made parties,
You made dreams and made them run.
You made ideas that won't die soon.
Gordy Dickson, you're the one.

Gordy Dickson, science fiction
Was your passion, was your game.
Though you're gone, you'll live forever
We'll keep singing out your name.

Gordy Dickson, Gordy Dickson, Gordy Dickson, you're the one --
Now you've gone and left forever, somewhere far beyond the sun.

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