At midnight’s stroke we raised our voices to greet the brand new year. The lyrics and the music both are meant to draw a tear. For there are those, who we loved well, that sang these words and tune. Who are no more among us as we look about the room. Dear Mom and Dad, I think on you as another year slips by.. As long as I have tears to weep this cup will not run dry. Soon others will take up the song to greet the year anew And if the kindly fates allow I’ll sing along with you. But if, by chance, fate is unkind and I’m no longer here Raise a cup of kindness yet to the passing of the year.