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Глен Кэмпбелл Глен КэмпбеллАмериканский кантри певец и гитарист.

Friends

Friends are never earned they're a gift from the loving God

And they're precious beyond human evaluation

But you dare not take them for granted or they'll lift away like a smoke

And the warmth of their caring will vanish into the chill of the endless nights

Most of my friends are unknowns they probably won't even rate an obituary

Unless they live and die in a small town

Somewhere where nothing much ever happens

But a few of my friends are big people

They'd made the word ring with laughter down to this string of court

They're famous sensitive talented and their names are household words

And yet they're no more precious in God's eyes or in mine

Than those wonderful nobodys who live and die in small towns

Who is your friend he's someone who warms you with a nod

Or with an unspoken word in hard times when you're hurting beyond words

Who is your friend he's someone who holds you to her breast

And sighs softly into your hair when no other medicine could possibly stop the pain

A friend is someone who clings his glass against yours

Or answers the phone at three in the morning when you're lost

And with a few words of encouragement and concern

Makes you realize that you're not really lost at all

Friends come in both sexes in all shapes and sizes

The most imprtant thing they have in common is their ability

To share with you your most sky splitting joys

Or your deepest most spelling ol' some sorrows for they're all your friends

Глен Кэмпбелл

Friends / Глен Кэмпбелл

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