Christmas time comes soon
And they’ll be home for christmas,
Those that can navigate their way
Across the Atlantic to my front door.
Old Fashioned everybody?
They all smile and nod
All of us wearing same toque
Without even meaning to.
Bulleit Bourbon everytime,
The extra 5% for anybody
Who can’t make it this year.
More than one bottle
To last us past three days,
Mixing it extra strong
To loosen words.
Got to get those gears spinning
Make up for lost time,
Catch up just in time
To say goodbye once more.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 