Dear friends
You are angels and [bad word] You are magi

Old friends
You stuck a pin in a map I was in
And this is a note for a road sign

Cuttin' the breeze in this tennesee sundown
Came the sounds of the voices I know
I've been pondering trees
On the [bad word] down
And now a moment I'm home

I've got bluster enough
For the sails of a clipper
And the [bad word] never frays a good yarn
But it [bad word] me to say while so far away
You are with me today
You are here are in my head, in my heart

Dear friends
You are angels and [bad word] You are magi

Old friends
You stuck a pin in a map I was in
And you are the stars I navigate home by