There's all of pleasure and all of peace In a friend or two; And all your troubles may find release Within a friend or two; It's in the grip of the sleeping hand On native soil or in alien land, But the world is made-do you understand- Of a friend or two.
A song to sing, and a crust to share With a friend or two; A smile to give and a grief to bear With a friend or two; A road to walk and a goal to win, An inglenook to find comfort in, The gladdest hours that we know begin With a friend or two.
A little laughter;perhaps some tears With a friend or two; The days, the weeks, and the months and years With a friend or two; A vale to cross and a hill to climb, A mock at age and a jeer at time- The prose of life takes the lilt of rhyme With a friend or two.
The brother-soul and the brother-heart Of a friend or two Make us drift on from the crowd apart, With a friend or two; For come days happy or come days sad We count no hours but the ones made glad By the hale good times we have ever had With a friend or two.
Then brim the goblet and quaff the toast To a friend or two, For glad the man who can always boast of a friend or two; But fairest sight is a friendly face, The blithest tread is a friendly pace And heaven will be a better place For a friend or two.