As Good As New

Oh, this is a song of the old lights, that came to my heart like a hymn;     And this is a song for the old lights, the lights that we thought grew dim,     That came to my heart to comfort me, and I pass it along to you;     And here is a hand to the good old friend who turns up as good as new.     And this is a song for the camp-fire out west where the stars shine bright,     Oh, this is a song for the camp-fire where the old mates yarn to-night;     Where the old mates yarn of the old days, and their numbers are all too few,     And this is a song for the good old times that will turn up as good as new.     Oh, this is a song for the old foe, we have both grown wiser now,     And this is a song for the old foe, and were sorry we had that row;     And this is a song for the old love, the love that we thought untrue,     Oh, this is a song of the dear old love that comes back as good as new.     Oh, this is a song for the black sheep, for the black sheep that fled from town,     And this is a song for the brave heart, for the brave heart that lived it down;     And this is a song for the battler, for the battler who sees it through,     And this is a song for the broken heart that turns up as good as new.     Ah, this is a song for the brave mate, be he Bushman, Scot, or Russ,     A song for the mates we will stick to, for the mates who have stuck to us;     And this is a song for the old creed, to do as a man should do,     Till the Lord takes us all to a wider world, where well turn up as good as new.