Lyrics Glen Campbell

Glen Campbell

Friends

Friends are never earned

They're a gift from the loving God

And they're precious beyond human evaluation

But you dare not take them for granted

Or they'll drift away like a smoke

And the warmth of their caring will vanish

Like the chill of the endless nights

Most of my friends are unknowns

And they probably won't rate an obituary

Unless they live and die in small towns

Where nothing much ever happens

But a few of my friends are big people

They'd made the world ring with laughter

Down to it's gaseous burning core

They're famous, sensitive, talented

And their names are household words

Yet they're no more precious in God's eyes or in mine

Than those wonderful nobodys who live and die in small towns

Who is your friend?

He's someone who warms you with a nod

Or with the unspoken word in hard times

When you're hurting beyond words

Who is your friend?

She's someone who holds you to her breast

And sighs softly into your hair

When no other medicine can stop the pain

A friend is someone who clinks his glass against yours

Or answers the phone

At three in the morning when you're lost

And with a few words of encouragement and concern

Makes you realize that you aren't really lost at all

Friends come in both sexes and in all shapes and sizes

The most important thing they have in common

Is the ability to share with you, your most sky splitting joys

Or your deepest, most awesome sorrows

For they are your friends