The Human Touch

It’s the human touch in this world that counts
the touch of your hand in mine
It means far more to the fainting heart
Then shelter, bread, or wine

For shelter’s gone when the night is over
And bread lasts only a day
But the touch of your hand and the sound of your voice
Live on in my soul always

May the road rise up to greet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sunshine warm upon your face
The rain fall soft on the fields

And until we meet again someday
May god hold you in the palm of his hand
May the memories that we have shared
Linger on and on

It’s the human touch in this world that counts
the touch of your hand in mine
It means far more to the fainting heart
Then shelter, bread, or wine

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