First the troubles aired, then words got hot;
Kindness might have prevailed,
A last shot;
But you resolved to walk away
And to sever  
The knot.

 

Now the door is closed and time has passed
And the memories of old--
Long cold;

 But I still hold you in this one last plan
I call my RIGHT-HAND MAN.
You're in my plan.
RIGHT-HAND MAN.

 

No fear, we'll find you where you may roam.
Cheer you on your way home;
Hear, my RIGHT-HAND MAN.