we two have run about the fields
and wearied out our throats
till when we staggered into bed
dressed still in muddied coats.
and we have journeyed down the road
from morning's sun till dawn,
yet still between us oceans roar
and heavy rivers run.
but surely you shall sit with me
while sun shines and by fire.
we'll raise a glass to keep us warm
until the moon retires.
so here's a hand, my trusted friend,
and here's to thee and thine.
tonight we stand, hand in hand
to welcome brave, new times.
for old times, and old times,
we've kindness yet for old times,
that old times never be forgot,
that old souls remind us not
forget old times.
