AZALEA
(Kieran Halpin)

Raise your glass to friends gone past whose tales were tall to tell
One day they stand at your right hand then leave with sad farewell
The summer sun has all but gone Azalea blooms no more
Save one prayer for those out there so far from their own shore

While you and I by fireside recall those gallant few
Whose homes they fled and families led to places far and new
They forged their way and pledged to stay where no man dared before
Their faith they knew would bide them through so far from their own shore

With life and love and lord above and all that lies in store
My glass is raised the saints be praised Azalea blooms no more

And raise your glass to times long past with empires tall and strong
Once they stood for God and good but now for right or wrong
The sun has set but few forget so far from home once more
My glass is raised the saints be praised Azalea blooms no more

From http://www.kieranhalpin.com/index.php/lyrics

Listen to two nice versions (neither by Halpin) here and here