New Found Year

Come with me, love, bring your wine, love Set it by the bed First we’ll clink and then we’ll drink To toast the year that’s fled Outside all the horns are blaring The midnight bells have rung On this our first new year and love so young Slip your shoes off, let me help your dress Down to the floor There’s no treasure on this earth now Not inside this door Every weather, heat and chills, and spring and fall and rain And on the air all spice again Oh my India, my new found land My America, come take my hand January, February, we will seek our ground March and April, May and June and July, dig deeper down August and September, sweet October – that’s when we met November and December – I know I’ll never forget Oh my India, my new found land My America, I’m your new man And now, my love, come prove our love Before, behind, between, above Below! Oh my India, my new found land My America, come take my hand Oh my India, my brave new land My America, for you I stand Oh my India, my new found land My America, I’m your new man