Don't Forget the Friends that Are Dearer than Gold.
Copyright, MDCCCXCV. by Henry J. Wehman.
Words and Music by Harry S. Miller.
Of all the friends we have on earth,
And share with one another,
There's none so dear or half so true
As father and a mother.
They once were young, beloved, like you,
Though now grown gray and old;
Remember yet, and never forget,
The friends that are dearer than gold.
So don't forget the friends that are dearer than gold,
They show the love now that never grows cold;
Of friends you may have many, but of all there isn't any
Like the friends that are dearer than gold.
No matter where we go or stray,
We find some roving brother
Who never knew that good, kind love
Of father and a-mother.
Their parents long, perhaps, are dead,
Whose love Is still untold;
While ours are here, let's their old hearts cheer,
The friends that are dearer than gold.- Chorus.
Return that love bestowed on you,
Far dearer than all others;
Where'er you go, you'll find no love
Like father and a mother's;
For when they're dead and gone from us
We'll see the truth's been told;
When left to mourn, we'll find out, when gone.
They were friends dearer than gold. - Chorus.