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| Friends -
by - Joe Aziz |
What are friends,
I've often wondered.
Friends have come,
And Friends have gone.
Seldom do I hear their voices,
Like old forgotten songs.
I've walked a thousand lonely miles,
And often wondered, "What went wrong?"
But I've got to make you see;
A friend to you I'll always be.
A friend to you I'll always be.
A friend is not a thing to trade,
Not to bo bought, nor to be sold;
Not the ring upon your fingers.
It's not the bills which you fold,
Not the coins your pocket holds.
A friend is young, A friend is old.
And I've got to make you see,
A friend is true, a friend is free;
A friend to you I'll always be.
A friend to you I'll always be.
A friend is not the fancy car,
In which you ride around.
A friend is not the little pill,
That makes you head spin round and round.
A friend is not the needle,
That creates the clouds,
On which you fly.
It's not the smoke that makes you high,
But a hand that's always by,
To wipe the tears from your eyes,
Should the world make you cry.
And I've got to make you see,
Our friendship grows like a tree;
A friend to you I'll always be.
A friend to you I'll always be.
What are friends,
I've often wondered,
Now you've disappeared,
Fading into the collection,
Of songs I seldom hear,
I'll walk another lonely mile,
And let the tears fall like the rain,
â?~Till another calls me friend,
Then I'll say these words again;
A friend to you, I'll always be.
A friend to you I'll always be.
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Flowers need sunshine, violets need dew, all angels in heaven know I need you. Years may fly, tears may dry, but my friendship with you will never die.
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