AS ON OUR WAY WE GO
There isn’t much that I can do, but I can share my bread with you, and sometimes a sorrow too — as on our way we go.
There isn’t much that I can do, but I can sit an hour with you, and I can share a joke with you, and sometimes share reverses, too — as on our way we go.
There isn’t much that I can do, but I can share my flowers with you, and I can share my books with you and sometimes share your burdens, too — as on our way we go.
There isn’t much that I can do, but I can share my songs with you, and I can share my mirth with you, and sometimes come and laugh with you — as on our way we go.
There isn’t much that I can do, but I can share my hopes with you, and I can share my fears with you, and sometimes shed some tears with you — as on our way we go.
There isn’t much that I can do, but I can share my friends with you, and I can share my life with you, and I can share my Lord with you and oftentimes a prayer or two —
— as on our way we go.
— Author Unknown