A DRINKIN' BALLAD
Drink to all the good dreams
Drink to all the fine schemes
To a love that took wings
and flew away.
Drink to how his eyes shine
When they looked into mine
Drink to all the good times
Of yesterday.
Drink to soft words sung low
Drink to sweet love made slow
To the man I did know
Just yesterday.
Drink to me, my good friends
Tell me it did not end
Tomorrow we'll begin again
Like yesterday.
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