There are twenty years to go
A golden age, I know
But all will pass, will end too fast, you know

There are twenty years to go
And many friends I hope
Though some may hold the rose, some hold the rope

That's the end - and that's the start of it;
That's the whole - and that's the part of it;
That's the hide - and that's the heart of it;
That's the long - and that's the short of it;
That's the best - and that's the test in it;
That's the doubt - doubt, not trust in it;
Thats the sight - and that's the sound of it;
That's the gift - and that's the trick in it.

You're the truth, not I.