Twas the end of the day of the evening before
When life had slowed to a hum from a roar.
The mansion still dressed in lights all aglow
Festive and cheery like yules long ago.
Adorning the lawn just past the front gate
As you head up the drive, greetings await.
Decor and messages from earlier time
Hold the same meaning from your heart to mine.
Beyond the blue bulbs and colorful trees
Past the shiny green shrubs that everyone sees.
Stand in his doorway and take a deep breath
Inhale the whole history that erases his death.
Open the door, dusk has arrived
The house is now empty, yet still alive.
Visitors gone and silence awaits
No one is there, from garden to gate.
From attic to cellar, the front to the rear
The sweet spirit of Elvis still permeates there.
As you step in his foyer, quiet and dim
A slight glow on the tree shines down from each limb.
The walls hold the stories, cherished memories dear
The floors keep the secrets passed through the years.
Each room has a tale still yet to be shared
You stand in the middle and glance up the stairs.
This exceptional host resides in each nook
He’s felt and he’s heard wherever you look.
Special times, special friends, lively music and talk
Holidays there were right on the mark.
His generous nature wasn’t confined to the season
He gave out of love whatever the reason.
Tangible gifts though thoughtful and fun
Were far less important than the most crucial one.
Time isn’t erased when you walk through the door
The spirit of Elvis is alive ever more.
The gift of his home, himself, and his song
Will forever grace Graceland, all the day long.