Old enemy, we meet and find that we are not so
Different, in the bows and cups that we exchange
And now that we converse with voices oft controlled, we know
That if we\'d simply left our blades and parted ways,
We\'d still sing out \"Praise god from whom all blessings flow\"
New friend, be seated I beseech you so
Softly, gently in my motions and my heart
And as we greet at hearth and fire-friendly, know
the light will cast two shadows on our faces, eerily the same
And by our bread and salt we are but brothers now, come home