On a friend
Under a youthful sky
I did listen fast
To inhale the words
That I might learn
How that gardens grows
When we grow old
Into the morning

And again, I would see the seagulls fly
And again, their mystery would compel me
But you, you had heard their song before
I could only wish for you to teach me

Now it comes
Going our separate ways
Those wistful days
Left wanting
In years we meet
Bringing our story to close
The friends we had chosen
Still waiting
Into the Morning

And again, I would see the seagulls fly
And again, their mystery would compel me
But you, you had heard their song before
I could only wish for you to teach me