on crimson skies and torrid rain
friends near and far are gathered again
so what if our mirth is so-called inane
oblivious to time and tide.
no doubt our lives may twist and turn
guts may wrench and hearts should burn
and whatever that may be of concern
nestles close to haunt us so,
destiny brings good tidings we find
regardless we meet make merry and dine
here our memories mellow like wine
yesterday never seemed like far.
my time to go may come, yet a happy tune i hum
each moment we discover who we are.