As On Our Way We Go

There isn’t much that I can do,
but I can share my bread with you, and
sometimes a sorrow too
as on our way we go.

There isn’t much that I can do,
but I can sit an hour with you,
and I can share a joke with you,
and sometimes share reverses, too
as on our way we go.

There isn’t much that I can do,
but I can share my flowers with you,
and I can share my books with you,
and sometimes share your burdens too
as on our way we go.

There isn’t much that I can do,
but I can share my songs with you,
and I can share my mirth with you,
and sometimes come and laugh with you
as on our way we go.

There isn’t much that I can do,
but I can share my hopes with you,
and I can share my fears with you,
and sometimes shed some tears with you
as on our way we go.

There isn’t much that I can do,
but I can share my friends with you,
and I can share my life with you,
and I can share my Lord with you
and oftentimes a prayer or two
as on our way we go.