When troubles come
your soul
to try You love the friend who just stands by. Perhaps there's
nothing he
or she can do The thing is strictly up to you.
For there are
troubles
all your own And paths the soul must tread alone. Times when love
can't
smooth the road Nor friendship lift the heavy load.
But just
to feel
you have a friend Who will stand by until the end. Whose sympathy
through
all endures Whose warm handclasp is always yours.
It helps
somehow to
pull you through Although there's nothing he or she can do. And
so with
fervent heart we cry. God Bless the friend who just stands
by.