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