Push for PORTER

Battles and wars leave deep wounds and scars
And deep wounds are long in the mending
While reflecting upon all that is gone
Life rushes on to its ending
Though the joy and the pain in our memory remain
And by memories lifetimes are measured
Still the times that we spend among lovers and friends
Are the times we remember with pleasure

So fill up your glass that future and past
In harmony be determined
For there's more friendship poured out in one bottle of stout
Than you'll find in statute or sermon

I've heard all the old songs, all the rights and the wrongs
Heard prophets of doom and destruction
Street corner messiahs, moral pariahs
Dealers in bribes and corruption
From the holy and wise, denials and lies
When innocent youth was forsaken
Yes I've watched the night end among lovers and friends
And been sorry to see the dawn breaking

There are those who are certain that drinking and courting
Are the sure way to Hell and damnation
Well if this is to be it would seem unto me
That their god has no sense of occasion
For to help his great plan both woman and man
Bring forth each new generation
And a wee drop of stout and the odd bit of a hoult
Can greatly assist procreation

To the brashest, the proudest and those who shout loudest
It would seem that power has been given
To berate us, deride us, separate and divide us
In the hope of their version of Heaven
But mountains and rivers will by far outlive us
And when our bones into dust they have withered
There'll be lovers and friends who will still comprehend
The true reason we're all here together