North-west wind blowing outside like a song, inside hear strumming, the rhythm is strong. The wood fire is crackling and the embers are bright, and the memories are flowing like fine wine tonight.

Old times are gone times and new times are here, we cannot live on through our full lives in fear. Of old age or whatever the future might hold, just growing up boys, we're not growing old.

We remember you well, of you to our children will tell.
Thank you for picking us up when we fell, go happy now and farewell.

Old friends are leaving like leaves from a tree, on the high winds of life they are blown and set free. From from a world where they've known all the toil love and pain. Of the good years, the lean years, it all seems the same.

But we can't help but feel sad for the good ones who've gone. Grandfathers, fathers, the fiddlers, and sons. They've all left us something in the tales that they told, memories they gave us and left us to hold.

We remember you well, of you to our children will tell.
thank you for picking us up when we fell, go happy now and farewell.

North-west wind blowing outside like a song, inside hear strumming, the rhythm is strong.

The wood fire is cracking and the embers are bright, and the memories are flowing like fine wine tonight.

We remember you well, of you to our children will tell.
thank you for picking us up when we fell, go happy now and farewell.

We remember you well.


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We Remember You Well (with Buddy MacDonald) song meanings
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