Wash away my troubles,
Wash away my pain...

Thank you, friend, for being there
At times when skies were gray...

A happy smile, perhaps a tear,
The longest mile, the shortest year...

There is a gift that's sure to please,
More precious than pure gold...

As the rain falls down
It speaks of love through it's sound...

It's not hard to be understanding
Put yourself in another's place...

Have you ever stopped to wonder
as you gazed up in the sky...

Yesterday has gone away,
Never to return...