Paul Gerard Reed

Wishbone Days

It was all there, plain to see

Back then in the heady times of  \'73

Wishbone days, them and me

Throw Down The Sword and Blowin\' Free;

 

Only youths, young and naive

Not learned to cry, nor learned to grieve

We could hang around, no need to leave

Just the guitar patterns there to weave;

 

So much since then has changed

Connections lost, lives rearranged

Long hair for mortgages exchanged

My old pals and me estranged;

 

I wonder if they are listening somehow

To The Warrior\'s solemn vow

The sword emerging from the plough

Oh, I remember it all, like it was now.