The final whistle, about to be blown- time is the referee The tree is now fully grown- hard work is the recipe Your slow forward march, about to be halted Your flag of success will soon be hoisted
A time to come, a time to go Now we see, but in a moment... it might be never Sound the trumpet, blow the horn Tell the world, off they go
The sun is fading against our years together Darkness might seem to take forever Even in that, our past keeps us together Yes, they keep us together
We are saying goodbye, so... Let the rays of memories shine bright Let love thrive our hearts Let good fortunes thread our paths Let life treat us right

Nice one.