Comrades Fill No Glass For Me Ron Sexsmith Words and music by Stephen Collins Foster 1855 Traditional arrangement by Ron Sexsmith © 2004 (Ronboy Rhymes/Sony/ATV) and Martin Terefe (Sony/ATV) Ron Sexsmith appears courtesy of Nettwerk America Produced by Martin Terefe for Pax Producers. Recorded and mixed by Nathaniel Chan and Martin Terefe at Kensaltown Recording Studios, London Ron Sexsmith: vocal and piano Martin Terefe: percussion, organ and backing vocals Oh! comrades, fill no glass for me To drown my soul in liquid flame, For if I drank, the toast should be To blighted fortune health and fame Yet, though I long to quell the strife, That passion holds against my life Chorus: Still, boon companions may ye be, But comrades, fill no glass for me I know a breast that once was light Whose patient sufferings need my care. I know a hearth that once was bright, But drooping hopes have nestled there Then while the teardrops nightly steal From wounded hearts that I should heal Chorus When I was young I felt the tide Of aspirations undefiled, But manhood’s years have wronged the pride My parents centered in their child. Then, by a mother's sacred tear, By all that memory should revere Chorus