In what era did we meet?
Amidst the din of horses feet
You were young and I was wary
Of a boy so bright and merry
Many turned away from me
Afraid to know, afraid to see
That I was merely another man
Living in a wild land
But you, my love, cut through the smoke
Of my disguise with a well-placed joke
You always did refuse to see
The thing the others thought of me
I was yours and you were mine
In that long forgotten time
Of Tsars and Revolution's call
Before the beginning of the fall
When I could call you friend and lover
When you still fought against your brother
For your freedom, crisp and sweet
Like an apple's tender meat
The years dragged on and one dark day
Our whole life was swept away
Before I knew it, we were done
The communists had fought and won
We stood at odds, our hatred clear
Our leaders whispered in our ear
"He is your enemy, not your friend
This relationship has got to end"
It would be many trying years
Of heartache, sadness, and of tears
Before I would hold you once again
And call you both lover and friend
But I would not give up our fight
Because in the end, it was right
That love tested and victorious
Will always be ever more glorious
Than that of those whose fights are few
And fighting brought me close to you
So here's a drink to many years
Of fights, of sadness, and of tears
Because those tears bring so much joy
To this strange man and his bright, merry boy