New

Don’t read to me an ancient rhyme

Of creeping shade, of dark night time     

But tell to me tales of bright new light

Of dawns, of mornings, sun-shine bright

Sing to me softly, sweet new songs

Of clear warm evenings, summer long

Bring to me good friends and those that are new

With new songs to sing and new fat to chew

Hold to my heart those that I know

Plant new seeds of friendship, help them to grow

So tell me no tales of dark shades of night

But sing to me new songs of a new day’s light.