"In a Friendly Kind of Way"
When all the world seems gloomy,
Your thoughts are sad and blue
And the clouds hang dark and heavy
and won't let the sunshine thru,
It makes the day seem brighter
for a fellow just to lay
His hand upon your shoulder
In a Frienly sort of Way.
It makes the sun come out again,
It makes the pulses start,
You feel a happy throbbing
in the region of the heart;
You feel a lump within your throat--
You don't know what to say,
When a hand is on your shoulder
In a Friendly sort of Way.
This world's a curious compound,
with its honey and its gall,
Its hopes and disappointments,
But a good world after all;
And a good God must have made it,
At least that's what I say--
When a hand is on your shoulder
In a Friendly Sort of Way.
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