Bill Anderson - Friends lyrics

You know friends are never earned

They are a gift from the loving God

They're precious beyond human evaluation

You dare not take them for granted

Or they'll drift away like smoke

And the warmth of there caring

Will vanish into the chill of the endless night.

Most of my friends are unknowns

They probably won't even rate an obituary

Unless they live and die in a small town

Some where, where nothing much ever happens

But some of my friends are big people

They are famous, sensitive and talented

Their names are household words

And yet they are no more precious

In God's eyes or in mine.

Then those wonderful nobodies

Who live and die in obscurity

Who is your friend?

He's someone who warns you with a nod

Or with an unspoken word in hard times

When you are hurting 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

A 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

Your 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.

I think of all the things I have in this world

I'm most grateful for my friends...