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.