THEY ARE THE BEST FRIENDS OF ALL.
Written by Theo. Norman. Composed by Felix McGlennon.
Oh, the fairest spot on earth is to man of little worth,
Unless he finds some fellow-creature there;
But a true and loving friend to the poorest will lend
An ever cheerful, bright and sunny air.
When the sun sinks in the west, and the toiler seeks his rest,
The thought of home his weariness will cheer,
For he knows ’tis there he’ll find honest friends both true and kind,
His ever faithful wife and children dear.
Chorus.
They are the best friends of all,
No matter whate’er may befall,
The comfort of his life,
His children and his wife—
They are the best friends of all.
Now it makes his bosom glad, when the children run to dad,
For then he has a romp with girls and boys;
While his tender, watchful mate, smiling, greets him at the gate,
Prepared to share his sorrows and his joys;
And in illness or in health, and in poverty or wealth,
When climbing up the hill or going down,
There’s a kindly, loving smile, to greet him all the while,
And even brighten fortune’s cruel frown.—Chorus.
Then when he is growing gray, as he journeys on his way,
And Time has slightly bent his stalwart form;
Tho’ his spirit may be bold, still with hearts of purest gold,
They hasten to protect him from life’s storm—
His old wife, with face so bright, is to him a ray of light,
That with the children fills his home with love;
’Tis their pleasure and their pride, to be ever at his side,
Until he’s called to higher realms above.—Chorus.
Copyright, 1893, by Frank Tousey. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 20 cents. Address, Frank Tousey, Publisher, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, New York. Catalogues sent free upon application.