Where There's a Will There's a Way.
This life is but a difficult riddle,
For how many people we see
With faces as long as a fiddle,
That ought to look shining with glee
I am sure, in this world there are plenty
Of good things enough for us all,
And yet there's not one out of twenty
But thinks that his share is too small.
Then what is the use of repining? for where there's a will there's a way,
And to-morrow the sun may be shining, although it is cloudy to-day.
Did you never hear tell of the spider
That tried up the wall hard to climb?
If not, just take that us a guiderYou'll find it will serve you in time;
Nine times it tried hard to be mourning,
And every time it stuck fast,
But it tried hard again, without counting,
And, of course, it succeeded at last.- Chorus.
Some grumble because they're not married,
And cannot procure a good wife.
Whilst others they wish they had tarried,
And long for a bachelor's life.
To me it is very bewilderin';
Some grumble, it must be in fun,
Because they have too many children,
And others because they have none.- Chorus.
Do you think that by sitting and sighing
You'll ever obtain what you want?
It's cowards alone that are crying,
And foolishly saying, "I can't!"
It's only by plodding and striving
And laboring up the steep hill
Of life, And you'll ever be thriving.
Which you'll do, if you've only the will.-Chorus.