Long farewell to pass into night,
twist and weave the green, green grass you hold so close.
Never letting it be known that the long walk we take
is mostly made of thorns.

Mind the lines for they are only lines.
Remember when the clouds gather
firefly's will kiss back the rain.
Shine like the mind.

Forever hold onto the long and dusty road
made of thorns and grass.
Let wine guide your feet
and forever hold the fire.