Lyrics:

If you ever find yourself a wondering, then please my love show up
You have my word your name is on every guest-list
From this year to the next
I dare you to surprise me in some Canadian tavern or Parisian hole
Or wherever you now find yourself
I shall not single you out until afterwards
When we can drink and reminisce
Don't be dismayed by the lines on my face and my aged appearance
The same soft hearted crickle-crackle still drives me forwards
You were the first child, you were it all child
You were the first child, you were it all child
And we can talk again of stories of your father
Drugged up at breakfast and embarassed hotel staff
And we escape to the corner of the bar
Safely under the cover of dark
Hearing the old men singing their songs
Dressed in blue felt
Fearful they'll ask us for a tune, but they didn't even see us
Stuck as they were in their circle of songs
They beg the owner for his fiddle tune and he begs them all to be quiet
Before taking the floor
The piano part taken by shuffled feet and hand claps and whores of joy
And you and I and shuffled feet and hand claps and you and I
You were the first child, you were it all child
You were the first child, you were it all child