They seem to like the green ' round here They pass a lot of it around The color of the battlefields I can see it all around Ooh they call it fresh air They don't like the red 'round here They spill it all into the ground It cries out from the battlefields I can hear it all around Ooh they call it fresh air

He hoped the day would never come when he would be the king                                                                As the crown is placed upon his head his heart is breaking

  Gloria S. Holloway I always thoroughly enjoyed Rev Ralph.. even enjoyed the time that his gig didn't work out all that well. I went to see him somewhere in Ybor one time when there was a mix-up  & the venue had booked Ralph & somebody else too. Ralph's piano was in the  venue, but when he was informed that the other person was gonna play instead of him, he proceeded to dismantle his piano right in front of our eyes & haul it away. I'm  chuckling right now as I  recall that incident. ah.. Rev Ralph. I  miss him.