Today is a sad day
One none of us wanted to see
The day we shall all
Say goodbye to the number three.
Behind that smug look
And those icy steel blue eyes
Was a man with a heart of gold
One who was very wise.
All he ever wanted
Was to drive and to win
He was a man driven
His fire burned within.
Sometimes he drove rough
Reckless many say
But that got him to where
His record stands today.
He was doing what he loved
The day the Lord called him home
Driving hard and fast
If only we had known.
He's looking down upon us now
From the racetrack in the sky
We're grieving for him still
And still asking why.
We shall never know
If he knew what was to be
Farewell Dear Dale
Farewell to our black 3.
Copyright �2001 Cathie Malick