All made in the gusty old weather
When our hopes and our troubles were new
In the years spent in wearing out leather
I found you unselfish and true
I have gathered these verses together
For the sake of our friendship and you
You may think for a while
and with reason
Though still with a kindly regret
That I've left it for late in the season
To prove I remember you yet
But you'll never judge
me by that reason
Who profit by friends and forget
I can still feel
the spirit that bore us
And often the old stars will shine
I remember the last freeing chorus
For the sake of that other langsign
When the tracks lay divided before us
Your path through the fu
ture and mine
Through the frost wind that
cut like whiplashes
Through the ever -blind
haze of the drought
And in fancy at times by the flashes
Of light in the darkness of doubt
I have followed the tent poles and ashes
Of camps that we moved
further out
You will find in these pages a trace of
That side of our past that was bright
And recognise something the face of
A friend who has dropped out of sight
I send them along in the place of
The letters I promised to write
Yeah, homemade in the
gusty old weather
When our hopes and our troubles were new
In the years spent in wearing out
leather I found you unselfish and true
I have gathered these verses together
For the sake of our
friendship and new pleasure