When it’s said and it’s done

When the course has been run,

Arriving in the realm of sacred things,

Come drink with me

Where I’ll always be

Sitting in the shade of the cedar tree.

Left alone, to amuse yourself

And a friendly few words can hardly help

For your sanity, learn to let it be,

Come drink with me

Beneath the cedar tree.

Rooted in the daytime veil

What when sober stays secret

Drunken mouths will tell.

Loosen your tongue, and set yourself free

Sit alongside me

We’ll drink, we three

In the shadow of our cedar tree.

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