Lyrics:

Take it handy, my old friend, ours is not to reason why
Who knows when we'll meet again underneath this wild sky
We cannot shape the wind, but study it, we can
Take it handy, my dear friend, everywhere and everywhen
The road ahead is shorter now than the road behind
May those treasures serve you well that you've laid up in your mind
May all you meet along the way be open to your song
Take it handy, my good friend, you've never done me wrong
The crows came for Cicero
At the end he had no friends
They chopped his head, they chopped his hands
And hung them up so everybody would know
Cicero, Cicero, oh, Cicero!

Remember how we tired the sun with our talkin', you and I
And how we gave those stars a run, sent them all down the sky
And on those playin' fields of green they couldn't slow us down
Take it handy, my good friend, our curtain's comin' down
Take it handy, sweet old friend, what I'd give for one more round
Cicero, Cicero, oh, Cicero!