Dear Havard (sorry for the suboptimal spelling), here is my attempt at it:

LUKE - A TRIBUTE

1. The years have passed, the winds have blown since first I saw you there
with feet apart to the music moved your bright red curling hair.
The spotlight shone in colours bright reflecting on your face
the music notes so sweet and clear in the spirit of your race.

2. Your songs told tales of peace and joy of sorrow and of love,
the power and passion of your voice soared heavenly above.
And from the inner soul and heart, with emotion in each song,
you stirred the hearts of many, Luke, when you sang of right and wrong.

3. The humour of those laughing eyes was shared in full with all
when you choose the songs to lift the hearts that filled the music hall.
The ecstasy and joy was felt in chorus, clap and cheer,
when the sun(son?) of rosin (?) took the stage, the king of balladeers.

4. I saw you sing a thousand times, 10000 songs or more,
I still can clearly hear your voice though your time with us was o'er.
For memories are all we have, when we think of you today,
your name, we'll always honour, Luke, (??: weird land your passed this way??).

The last half line beats me; I have tried to write it as I hear it without any attempt on semantics. The other lines should be mostly correct, with still some improvement possible. Yours Wolfgang