Do you wond’ringly question, “Who?”
’Tis you, my friend, ’tis you!
The world is waiting for somebody,
And has been for years on years;
Somebody to soften its sorrows,
Somebody to heed its tears.
Then doubting question no longer, “Who?”
For, oh, my friend, ’tis you!
The world is waiting for somebody,
A deed of love to do;