NEW YEAR (Jehanne Mehta)

The old year shakes his hoary head
For his time is nearly through
We will see him swiftly on his way
Sing a welcome to the new
Now the glass is turning
Set the boats a burning
New songs to be learning
New roads to be treading.

The January wind is come
To sweep old lines away
The new year comes with pen in hand
To write another play
Time's at a beginning
Set the wheels a spinning
New Kites to be flying
New links to be tying.

Now take your loved ones by the hand
For this I tell you true
The gladness of the passing year
Sheds a glow upon the new
Down the road together
Wind or bitter weather
New feats to be daring
New ale to be sharing.

Repeat verse 1.