(An adaptation -from Ralph MacTell)
I've written words that say I'm leaving,
Words express the pain;
False friendships lose their meanings, but old ones they gain,
From changes that I've been thru' to the new ones I'm coming to,
You were my first friend and I still......
Sure, I still get feelings to get back on the road,
And I still get leavings to forget the things I know
About myself and changes, gone thru' and coming to,
And you were my. first friend, And I still......
Do words express true meanings,
I mean the words are still the same;
New loves lose young feelings; but old ones they gain,
From changes that I've been thru' to new ones I'm coming to,
You were my first friend - and I still remember you.
Mike Newman
| As I gaze into the candles flame I see the seven years gone by, And to the sorrow in my heart, The answers solve the question why. | |
| The pride and swank and sparkle, From my, first year to my last, Once one of those smart boys in blue, My marching days are past. | |
| Rest the Bugle and the Drum, For me the Band will sound no more; I look ahead and hope the future. Will hold me good for whats in store. | |
| I'll miss the excitement on the sportsfield, The white rose against my breast, We'd take teams on at anything, Now my boots hang up to rest. | |
| Yes I am proud to have been a Dukie, But New roads come, and Go I must, Yet somehow nowhere else can be found, Such strength in friendship, honour, trust. | |
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There were times I wished I had never come, Yet now its time to go I sigh, The vision now over for the flames put out By the tear which falls from my eye. |
Martin Skinner