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Here at the gates, on the day you were born
spooling is breathened and blossomed in thought
Mind in the head of this child of mine
now were up dancing with old father time
raising our glasses to old father time
Here in the concords, theres fire in the brave
They're not (Aint no) protecting from me my day
If I were strong, if the lashes should shape
now were up dancing with old father time, passing the bottle around
Out (Pound) in the moder him pour it in lime
plant stuck in the ground
Now were up dancing with old father time, old father time
Behold the great city that went down the plague (a glint on the plain?)
Behold the great curtains that murmur in rage
Blink your eyes once and its grace land again
Now were up dancing with old father time, passing the bottle around
Out (Pound) in the moder and pour in the lime
the plant is stuck in the ground, now were up dancing with old father time
old father time
old father time
old father time