'Twas late in December
yes, an evening to remember
the snow had finally fallen
old friends and new were calling
saying let's gather round
at Cafe Quo Vadis downtown
to capture the tribal rhythm
call it the spirit of anarchism
but that was just the backbeat
so dig this

Somebody said 'take this love freely
snow falling from above
take it from me and pass it around
take it with you when you leave this town'
If you are a bald-headed rascal mumbling half-mad
an eternal lover taking the good with the bad
a long-lost friend whom I've finally met
my brother whose kindness I can never forget
I know who you are child
your river of kindness, your spirit wild
a sack of bones is your disguise
but I can see God alone in your eyes