Swan Song

And I raise a glass for every note

For every distant dream in hope

That it may find the change they seek in their mind

And silent leaves are falling

Beneath the winter bramblings

Fall timely into November tidings

I trample through the chesty

Smoke with you from the

Old houses smell the brush and bramble

See the traffic lights

Bid adieu to all those west-ward bound students

Sight one I used to pal with

Winter consumes this place

Gentle remains its pace

And we carry on, oblivious to our swan song

And I raise a glass for every note

For every distant dream in hope

That it may find the change they seek in their mind

And the end finds us too late

Removing caps outside the gates

Of the old halls, neglected all the old songs

But I still see lights, bid adieu

To all the old friends and the fools

Singing the new songs away from all my old haunts

The light may fade but never die

There is a place for you and I

Quite well known to the artists who have known

And I raise a glass for every note

For every distant dream in hope

That it may find the change they seek in their mind