Drink to the Times of Old
If the sun scorches the land and sea
Lays waste to the flowers and trees
If I don’t see you, if you’re cast free
I’ll await my sweet one, O so fair
…go on a wing and a prayer
If the moon doesn’t shine, if the tides lose their time
My heart guides you in doubt or despair
When the mighty have fallen, make with haste unmistaken
Be bold knowing I’m still in your fare
I’ll seek out the places, hoard all your traces
Never rest, nor weary, nor short of faith
Even times at their worst, make hay from sunburst
In fallow fields, on your tail I’ll always be
What is fated, I will deem sacred
This is my torch, my wont to bear
Whether on valley floors or the northern polar shores
Forgotten islands and the great unexplored
Fate lies in my hands across all cursed lands
Even seas without breezes to fan
Hot desert sands, drying salt pans
River beds and now empty dams
So when I have found you, drown my torment
Replenish this weary soul
And if I don’t make it, or the lifetime that takes it
Drink to the times of old
