You come knocking on my door, old friend In the middle of a storm, old friend I was the one who adored you I was the one who would bore you
In the middle of the night, old friend In a good old fashioned fight, old friend I was the one who adored you I was the one who would bore
Here's to you, while I'll make a toast to All of the years we grew All your fields of gold, old friend Every story told, old friend Stars hanging on the dark blue over you
We were walking in the light, old friend With a candle and a kite, old friend You were the one who would show me All of the fruit on the low tree
In the middle of a cold coffin I think about the song you sang often You were a raft on the dark sea Floating so gracefully
Here's to you, While I'll make a toast to All of the years we grew All your fields of gold, old friend Every story told, old friend Stars hanging on the dark blue over you