Lyrics Trevor Dickson - Old Friend

You come knocking on my door, old friend
In the middle of a storm, old friend
I was the one who adored you
I was the one who would bore you

In the middle of the night, old friend
In a good old fashioned fight, old friend
I was the one who adored you
I was the one who would bore

Here's to you, while I'll make a toast to
All of the years we grew
All your fields of gold, old friend
Every story told, old friend
Stars hanging on the dark blue over you

We were walking in the light, old friend
With a candle and a kite, old friend
You were the one who would show me
All of the fruit on the low tree

In the middle of a cold coffin
I think about the song you sang often
You were a raft on the dark sea
Floating so gracefully

Here's to you, While I'll make a toast to
All of the years we grew
All your fields of gold, old friend
Every story told, old friend
Stars hanging on the dark blue over you