9 acessos
Another year.Another year.
Raise your glass high.
The leaves will fall.The snow will fall.
Raise your glass high.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?
We're all here now.
Tonight, to hell with everything else.
We'll drink hard.
We'll drink to ourselves.
Raise your glass high to fallen friends of tragic ends;
to lovers lost of a hearts exhaust;
to wasted time; to wasting time.
Raise your glass high to money gained
Or money spent on whims and needs of good or ill intent.
To each resulting argument raise your glass high.
Here's to a hundred years, and if the drink should fall, let it fall for the drinker.