The Common Years

Celtic folk, Irish folk, folk ballad A song about friendship. Lyrics: (Verse 1) The wooden table bears the weight Of glasses filled and stories told. We linger long and stay out late To keep the creeping chill at hold. The laughter rings against the glass, A chorus for the passing night. We watch the silver minutes pass Beneath the steady amber light. (Chorus) A toast to all the common years, The rhythm of the pouring rain. We wash away the winter fears And find the pulse of life again. No matter where the road may bend Or how the morning sun may rise, The hand of every trusted friend Reflects the truth within our eyes. (Verse 2) The smoke hangs heavy in the air In drifting clouds of grey and white. We lean back in the velvet chair And claim the rhythm of the night. There is a comfort in the noise, The clatter of the busy street. We find the balance and the poise In every heart that dares to beat. (Bridge) The world outside is moving fast, A blur of metal and of stone. But here the moments seem to last, And no one has to stand alone. The bottom of the cup is dry, The bottle stands upon the floor. We watch the heavy clouds go by And call for just a little more. (Chorus) A toast to all the common years, The rhythm of the pouring rain. We wash away the winter fears And find the pulse of life again. No matter where the road may bend Or how the morning sun may rise, The hand of every trusted friend Reflects the truth within our eyes. (Outro) The stars are hidden by the roof, The fire is burning low and deep. The morning is a distant proof Of promises we meant to keep. We walk together through the gate, The air is fresh and cold and thin. We leave the closing hour to fate And let the quiet day begin.