From Blair in Athol to Carolina's green and gold this way has found us For times to come and for time that's growing old the days roll around us
CHORUS And we'll drink to the wild ones to the laughter of the child ones To the ones who have broken away And we'll drink for their pleasure another Long Island measure And fall into another new day
We wait for no-one we are howling at the moon and fate's destination With heads on fire we will turn another tune until dawn's restoration CHORUS
We may be lost we maybe can't stand still long enough to believe it But we share the cost and we'll wander on until it’s our time to leave it CHORUS