THE SAD FLUTE OF TIME

The sad flute never play's when we merry
But the songs are songs of time,
Come my friend let us tarry,
For we no not when we shall depart
Let us look left at the friends that retreat
When the going get tough,
And our hearts fails
When the dark shadows hunt us...

We shall gather Rose flowers
And mourn the fallen,
For we are lucky that we still tarry
Bring out the best wine, and help your self
Lest time come before we merry

A nickel for the boat man our journey's end
As we pass the tomb stones of our brethren
Let's us remember them as our heroes past

When life throws you it's worst
When things fall part
And the center fails to hold
In your darkest hour
Never forget that you merry
For in your darkest hour
Your eyes begins to see

A hope which is not forever past
Time is ticking and the cloud gloomy,
The day closed its Windows
The night opens its arms in embrace.

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