When the heavy gold of evening puddles our feet and the time of thighs and sighs is almost spent
Who knows where enchantment will cast its net, who knows the mystery of love not yet met
The music unborn in the hearts of guitars knows love is a lightness as well as a load
Sweet nights, sweet dreams my cherished friend, keep picking a tune through the starwashed night
Staying true has paid its own dividend, you’ve won your fight, you’ve earned the right
Life is in the strength of the links, not the length of the chain, loves and lusts a faint passing dust
The salt and the sweet is ours for a time, the fine hours of talking, the melting of music and wine
Stripped to your essence only starlight shines through and the sound of your music clear and true
Remember dear friend, how many love you


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