Here at the gates

On the day you were born

Spooling is breathened and blossomed in thought

Mind in the head of this child of mine

Now we’re up dancing with old father time

Raising our glasses to old father time

Here in the concords

There’s fire in the brave

They're not (Ain’t no) protecting from me my day

If I were strong

If the lashes should shape

Now we’re up dancing with old father time

Passing the bottle around

Out (Pound) in the moder him pour it in lime

Plant stuck in the ground

Now we’re up dancing with old father time

Old father time

Behold the great city that went down the plague

(A glint on the plain?)

Behold the great curtains that murmur in rage

Blink your eyes once and it’s grace land again

Now we’re up dancing with old father time

Passing the bottle around

Out (Pound) in the moder and pour in the lime

The plant is stuck in the ground

Now we’re up dancing with old father time

Old father time

Old father time

Old father time