There are no friends like the old friends
And none so good and true;
We greet them when we meet them
As rose greet the dew.
No other friends are dearer
Though born of kindred mold
And while we prize the new ones,
We treasure more the old.
There are no friends like old friends,
Wherever we dwell or roam
In lands beyond the ocean
Or near the bounds of home.
And when they smile to gladden
Or sometimes frown to guide
We fondly wish those old friends
Were always by our side.
There are no friends like old friends,
To help us with the load
That all must bear who journey
O’er life’s uneven road.
And when unconquered sorrows
The weary hours invest
The kindly words of old friends
Are always found the best.
There are no friends like old friends,
To calm our frequent fears
When shadows fall and deepen
Through life’s declining years,
And when our faltering footsteps
Approach the Great Divide
We’ll long to meet the old friends
Who wait the Other Side.
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