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FRIENDS (Glen Campbell / Dick Bowman) Glen Campbell - 1969 Bill Anderson - 1969 Friends are never earned They're a gift from a loving God And they're precious beyond human evaluation You dare not take them for granted Or they'll drift away like smoke And the warmth of their caring will vanish Into the chill of the endless nights Most of my friends are unknowns They probably won't even rate an obituary Unless they live and die in a small town somewhere Where nothing much ever happens But a few of my friends are big people They're famous, sensitive, talented And their names are household words And yet they're no more precious in God's eyes, or in mine Than those wonderful nobodys who live and die in obscurity Who's your friend? He's someone who warms you with a nod Or with an unspoken word in hard times When you're hurtin' beyond words She's someone who holds you to her breast And sighs softly into your hair When no other medicine could possibly 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 realise that you're not really lost at all Friends come in both sexes, in all shapes and sizes The most important thing they have in common Is their ability to share with you your most sky-splitting joys Or your deepest most awesome sorrows Of all the things that I have in this world I'm most grateful for my friends (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - July 2010)

    


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