Love that is hoarded, moulds at last
—Until we know some day
The only thing we ever have
—Is what we give away.

And kindness that is never used
—But hidden all alone
Will slowly harden till it is
—As hard as any stone.

It is the things we always hold
—That we will lose some day;
The only things we ever keep
—Are what we give away.

Love that is hoarded, moulds at last
—Until we know some day
The only thing we ever have
—Is what we give away.

And kindness that is never used
—But hidden all alone
Will slowly harden till it is
—As hard as any stone.

It is the things we always hold
—That we will lose some day;
The only things we ever keep
—Are what we give away.