As Good as New

Oh, this is a song of the old lights, that came to my heart like a hymn; And this is a song for the old lights the lights that we thought grew dim, That came to my heart to comfort me, and I pass it along to you; And here is a hand to the good old friend who turns up as good as new. And this is a song for the camp-fire out west where the stars shine bright Oh, this is a song for the camp-fire where the old mates yarn to-night; Where the old mates yarn of the old days, and their numbers are all too few, And this is a song for the good old times that will turn up as good as new. Oh, this is a song for the old foe we have both grown wiser now, And this is a song for the old foe, and we’re sorry we had that row; And this is a song for the old love the love that we thought untrue Oh, this is a song of the dear old love that comes back as good as new. Oh, this is a song for the black sheep, for the black sheep that fled from town, And this is a song for the brave heart, for the brave heart that lived it down; And this is a song for the battler, for the battler who sees it through And this is a song for the broken heart that turns up as good as new. Ah, this is a song for the brave mate, be he Bushman, Scot, or Russ, A song for the mates we will stick to for the mates who have stuck to us; And this is a song for the old creed, to do as a man should do, Till the Lord takes us all to a wider world where we’ll turn up as good as new.