if I should rise and live
and you should ever fall
I shall weep and mourn
I shall raise a glass and call
a brother be lost but he is reborn
I raise a toast and pardon the tears
to a memory I can still recall
the nights we fondly drink with joy
now honor this glass to which to part  
drink not to forget but to remember
the night that was and still as young
filled with jest and glee the heart that still beats