Make that My Friend Ray Scudero, (it popped up like that before
I could correct it)
Here is a song penned by another dear friend, Jill Rogoff, a great
singer in Jerusalem, about the passing of Ray Scudero:
The Sunset by Jill Rogoff
You're on your way at last my friend
On a path unknown and long
and your spirit's sped afar
From the hearth where you belong
My voice calls out "farewell"
on this slender thread of song,
Now the feathered clouds in the flaming sky
are the wings of your freedom
For you've journeyed long and far
On this Earth you've known so well
On a boat steered by the stars
Down roads that few can tell
With your ear sharply attuned
to the call of life's clear bell
and the feathered clouds in the flaming sky
are the wings of your freedom
May your smile live in my memory
while your soul soars above pain
may the friendship we have forged together
in my heart remain
may I sing your songs with gladness
till our pathways cross again
Now the feathered clouds in the flaming sky
are the Wings of your freedom