Old Friends

I'm writing these words to you, my friend
as the sun hangs low in the sky.
The leaves on our family trees are falling;
so many have said goodbye

Our fathers and mothers have gone to their graves
some sisters and brothers have too
and who knows how many days are left
till there's only me and you

Before it's too late, then, I'm writing to say
that I value the friendship we've shared
it seems more especially precious these days
now that I'm silver-haired

This life is a journey and I've loved the ride
but I know that one day it will end
and if there's another world waiting beyond
I hope that you'll be there, my friend