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