Old Friendship Street
Love led me to an unknown land and fain was I to go;
From peak to peak a weary way he lures me to and fro;
On narrow ledge and dizzy height he dares my way-worn feet —
I would that I were back again to walk Old Friendship Street.
It's there one knew the level road, the even grass-grown way;
My brain grew never wildered there, my feet might never stray;
But here I quarrel for the path with every soul I meet —
I would that I were back again to walk Old Friendship Street.
It's here I find no gracious hand to close within my own,
But there one never raised a song to find he sang alone;
And always at a neighbor's hearth were kindly glass and seat —
I would that I were back again to walk Old Friendship Street.
I'm sick of awful depths and heights, I'm sick of storm and strife;
I'll let Love lead for bolder folk and take my ease in life.
I know whose voice will hail me first, whose welcoming be sweet —
It's I am going back again to walk Old Friendship Street.
From peak to peak a weary way he lures me to and fro;
On narrow ledge and dizzy height he dares my way-worn feet —
I would that I were back again to walk Old Friendship Street.
It's there one knew the level road, the even grass-grown way;
My brain grew never wildered there, my feet might never stray;
But here I quarrel for the path with every soul I meet —
I would that I were back again to walk Old Friendship Street.
It's here I find no gracious hand to close within my own,
But there one never raised a song to find he sang alone;
And always at a neighbor's hearth were kindly glass and seat —
I would that I were back again to walk Old Friendship Street.
I'm sick of awful depths and heights, I'm sick of storm and strife;
I'll let Love lead for bolder folk and take my ease in life.
I know whose voice will hail me first, whose welcoming be sweet —
It's I am going back again to walk Old Friendship Street.
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