Here we are all in one place, all gathered together,
We've helped each other down this road whatever the weather.
We have no need for pots of gold, for friends are a treasure.
So hold hands, and sing it again
Many years ago when I was feeling discouraged
I found that singing with my friends would fill me with courage
It's a rough and rocky road we're on, so when we get worried
With old friends, we'll sing it again
It looks like we might sing all night, but looks are deceiving
That old clock upon the wall says, soon I've got to be leaving
And though we go our separate ways, there's no need for grieving
Just hold hands, and sing it again