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.