Coming out of the cold
There’s a meal to enjoy, to be shared
A drink to be poured, one or two
We smile for a while and we laugh
Spirits around to remind us
Of times that that will not come again
Yet the glow from our memories remain
Silence is golden as glasses are raised
To absent friends and the passing of days
As we share our journeys, the stories unfold
It’s good to come out of the cold