"How long you think we'll be around," asked the old man with a sneer.
"Can't you feel things are winding down? Can't you feel the end looming near?
People say that it will be fine, though there's less of 'em each day.
None will be here to hear me whine. Is that why they say it's okay?"

"It's just like you to think like that," his friend said as he laughed.
"Things may change, but you know what? We sure won't, nor will our craft.
You and I should both know by now, that when you're with a friend,
Do your best and things'll work somehow, 'cause I'll be with you 'til the end."

While the pair is not there yet, Englishmen watch from the side.
A princess cradles her pet. Naked people run and hide.
Out in the fields horses thrive, running and prancing in rhyme
Waiting for them to arrive, knowing they'll be just in time