Post by PurplySparkleyJoey on Jul 31, 2002 22:50:19 GMT -5
By F. Weatherby
When you are happy friend of mine
And all your skies are blue
tell me of your luck, your fortunes fire
And let me laugh with you.
Tell me of the deeds that spurn you on,
The deeds you mean to do,
The gold you've struck
The game you won
And let me-joy with you..!
When times are sad and heart a' cold
And all your skies are dark
Tell me the dreams
That mock'd your hold
The shafts that missed the mark
Am I not yours for weal or woe?
How else can friends prove true?
Tell me what breaks or brings you low.
And let me stand with you.
When you are happy friend of mine
And all your skies are blue
tell me of your luck, your fortunes fire
And let me laugh with you.
Tell me of the deeds that spurn you on,
The deeds you mean to do,
The gold you've struck
The game you won
And let me-joy with you..!
When times are sad and heart a' cold
And all your skies are dark
Tell me the dreams
That mock'd your hold
The shafts that missed the mark
Am I not yours for weal or woe?
How else can friends prove true?
Tell me what breaks or brings you low.
And let me stand with you.