we all wanted to go to some town where we weren't known but when confronted with a brand new place we made all the old mistakes
if you recall in later years the promise that we made we may yet mingle tears of joy and kiss each other's face but even if my last goodbye should ever reach your ears on golden plains we will be near
and let it not be said of us that we did less than try if spirits have we, they find sweetness in the by and by and fondly sing this song whene'er a warm sea breeze is near who'd march to the ocean if salt was meant to come from tears?