Farewell is too easy a word

When the summer of change comes along,

we ride with its wind, through smoky corridors 

to an unfortold light

To gather our thoughts and plights -  

- Here i mark this eve, to a risen cup 

and along the cobble path, 

Midnight and I drink to million years of luck

For fortune to be your crystal might

the treasure is beyond - between the water and the reflection

of the street lamps that dance like gold over it

there simmers the Lion's music

our times were swifter than our eyes could gather 

but stark stay the words in my mind

that were sung and strum to the moon

Naught shall be forgotten 

To a hundred more toasts and high bets, 

I pray thee a good night as i must be on the move,

you may wake as the doors rush my way by