From the recording Clemente
<p>When I was a young boy growing up in Johnstown, I had 4 real heroes: John Kennedy, Bobby Kennedy, Bruno Sammartino, and Pirates uniform #21, Roberto Clemente. Clemente died heading into New Years day 1973, flying an overloaded, not-airworthy plane full of relief supplies to Nicaraguan earthquake victims. His last time at bat, he hit his 3000th hit.</p>
Lyrics
<p>Clemente<br /><br />(a capella)<br /><br />The first time that I’m sure I cried<br />Was on the day Clemente died<br />Moonlit wings fell from the sky<br />Into dark and trembling waters<br />All that passion, all that pride<br />Lost to the Atlantic skies<br />But legacies won’t be denied<br />And heroes never fade<br /><br />Hail Roberto, full of grace<br />Sweat and pride mixed on his face<br />From the right field wall <br />Down to third base<br />With an arm just like a cannon<br />Stats alone can’t tell the tale<br />Dreamers dream, they lways will<br />Golden gloves and golden sails<br />And heroes never fade</p>