Friends

Ain’t it fine when things are going
Topsy-turvy and askew
To discover someone showing
Good old-fashioned faith in you?

Ain’t it good when life seems dreary
And your hopes about to end,
Just to feel the handclasp cheery
Of a fine old loyal friend?

Gosh! one fellow to another
Means a lot from day to day,
Seems we’re living for each other
In a friendly sort of way.

When a smile or cheerful greetin’
Means so much to fellows sore,
Seems we ought to keep repeatin’
Smiles an’ praises more an’ more.