Each morning with the rising sun,
And at the close of day,
Our friendship is there to cheer me,
And help me on my way.
It matters not to me, my friend,
Which way the four winds blow,
Nor will it change our friendship,
Which way the rivers flow.
Some friendships are like ocean waves,
That cast upon the shore.
They come in strong and strike with force,
And then they are no more.
Some friendships can be likened to
The lovely Morning Star.
They are always there to guide you
And help you cross the bar.
When your life down here is over,
You start around the bend,
Look back, you’ll see me coming.
Please wait for me, my friend.