we all wanted to go
to some town where we weren't known
but when confronted with a brand new place
we made all the old mistakes
if you recall in later years
the promise that we made
we may yet mingle tears of joy
and kiss each other's face
but even if my last goodbye
should ever reach your ears
on golden plains we will be near
and let it not be said of us
that we did less than try
if spirits have we, they find sweetness
in the by and by
and fondly sing this song
whene'er a warm sea breeze is near
who'd march to the ocean
if salt was meant to come from tears?