I gave my friend a helping hand
But I find it hard to understand
Why this and more never seems to be enough
For as long as I live I'm prepared to give
Just as much of myself or of what I have
For I know what it's like when the going's really rough
But I can see there are decisions I will have to make
In a world that seems to live on take and take, and take
And what will happen should the river of my soul run dry?
Will I be needed then? Will someone sing me a lullaby?
My friend gave me a helping hand
And I wondered then if I could be a man
Strong enough to forgive with a smile
Now as I've traveled far-off lands
I see it clearer and it makes me glad
I guess I'm happy 'cause I'll go on giving for a while
And I hope it's for all my life