(John Denver)
My friends, I will remember you
Think of you and drink to you
And when another day is through
I'll still be friends with you
What a friend we have in time
Makes us children, makes us wine
Tells us what to take or leave behind
And the gift of growing old
All the stories to be told
Of the feelings more precious than gold
Baby's days are never long
Baby's laughter, mother's song
Gives us all the strength to carry on
What a friend we have in time
Brings us children, it makes us wine
Tells us what to take or leave behind
(as sung by Iain MacKintosh & Hamish Imlach)