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