Из альбома: Here in America
Hello old friends
There's really nothing new to say
The old, old story bears repeating
And the plain old truth grows dearer every day
You find something worth believing
That's a joy that nothin' could take away
So we meet again
After all these many years
Did we sow the things we're reaping?
Now that the harvest calls us here
It seems that love blooms out of season
Much joy can blossom from many tears
So old friends you must forget what you had to forgive
Let love be stronger than the feelings
That rage and run beneath the bridge
Knowin' morning follows evening
Makes each new day come as a gift