The Ship of Friendship is a wonderful ship, It sails through life's happy and sad times, It helps so much having a friend to help with life's explorations, To have a friend you can count on with the waves with a life line,
Some friends just get on the ship for a brief sojourn, While others stay but they don't help at all, A best friend stays on your life's ship through all kinds of weather, Always helping you and loving you and your Soul,
When I see the sun shining so bright I'll be thinking of you and feeling just right Your smile always brightens my day Even when you're far away I'll just look at the sunshine It will remind me of your beautiful smile The thought of knowing I will see you in awhile Will cheer me up and make me feel happy inside When we're together I'm happy to see you by my side So remember when we're apart It will be you who is closest to my heart
Friends like the ones I got, Must have been sent by the ship. Angels that I can't see their wings, but see them flying when they dance and sing. Angels of love and peace, Always making me smile when I need. Forever grateful and glad, Thanks friendship for the friends I have.
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Cuando el soplo de abril abre las flores, buscan las golondrinas de la vieja torre las agrestes ruinas; los pardos ruiseñores buscando van, bien mío, el bosque más sombrío, para esconder a todos su morada en los frondosos ramos. y nosotros también, en el tumulto de la inmensa ciudad, hogar oculto anhelantes buscamos, donde jamás oblicua una mirada llegue como un insulto; y preferimos las desiertas calles donde la turba inquieta en tropel no se agrupa; y en los valles las sendas del pastor y del poeta; y en la selva el rincón desconocido donde no llegan del mundo los rumores. Como esconden los pájaros su nido, vamos allí a ocultar nuestros amores.