I don’t know why, maybe the season, but I nearly cried when this one came on my iPod. I’ve always liked it, today it just grabbed my attention extra hard.
Hold on to young friends we made of old
And cleave to the women that keep us whole,
And keep a warm fire
For all our friends who come in from the cold;
We love them all as brothers
And we don’t have to know their names
We know this must sound different,
But for us it always stays the same.