Take It Handy

Take it handy, my old friend

Ours is not to reason why

Who knows when we'll meet again

Underneath this wild sky

We cannot shape the wind

But study it, we can

Take it handy, my dear friend

Everywhere and everywhen

The road ahead is shorter now

Than the road behind

May those treasures serve you well

That you've laid up in your mind

May all you meet along the way

Be open to your song

Take it handy, my good friend

You've never done me wrong

Thе crows came for Cicero

At the еnd he had no friends

They chopped his head, they chopped his hands

And hung them up so everybody would know

Cicero, Cicero, woah, Cicero

Remember how we tired the sun

With our talking, you and I

And how we gave those stars a run

Sent them all down the sky

And on those playing fields of green

They couldn't slow us down

Take it handy, my good friend

Our curtain's coming down

Take it handy, sweet old friend

What I'd give for one more round

Cicero, Cicero, woah, Cicero