THE KIND FRIEND I DO LIKE TO BE |
I'd like to be the sort of
friend that you have been to me; I'd like to be the help that
you've been always glad to be; I'd like to mean as much to
you each minute of the day As you have meant, old friend of
mine, to me along the way. I'd like to do the big things and
the splendid things for you, To brush the gray from out your
skies and leave them only blue; I'd like to say the kindly
things that I so oft have heard, And feel that I could rouse
your soul the way that mine you've stirred. I'd like to give
you back the joy that you have given me, Yet that were
wishing you a need I hope will never be; I'd like to make you
feel as rich as I, who travel on Undaunted in the darkest
hours with you to lean upon. I'm wishing at this time that I
could but repay A portion of the gladness that you've strewn
along my way; And could I have one wish this year, this only
would it be: I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have
been to me.
|
|
|
|
