Here's a toast to the times that have been here and gone Everywhere I go those echoes ring And here's a toast, to all the songs we sang-- And to all the songs we've yet to sing. Our feet were fast, our bodies light Our song bags spilled and were filled every night We tried on songs, like pairs of boots We never knew they'd become our roots So here's a toast, to the times, that have been here and gone Everywhere I go those echoes ring And here's a toast, to all the songs we sang-- And to all the songs we've yet to sing. We dug up tunes from another time Some songs were new, gathered fresh from the vine And every song was a little play Whose magic spell led us far away So here's a toast, to the times, that have been here and gone Everywhere I go, those echoes ring And here's a toast, to all the songs we sang-- And to all the songs we've yet to sing. Here's to the tunes that brought us through And the people who pa**ed along what they knew Here's to the friends who've traveled on I hear them still when we sing their songs So here's a toast, to the times, that have been here and gone Everywhere I go, those echoes ring And here's a toast, to all the songs we sang-- And to all the songs we've yet to sing. So here's a toast, to the times, that have been here and gone Everywhere I go, those echoes ring And here's a toast, to all the songs we sang-- And to all the songs we've yet to sing