A Good World

IT'S a good old world we're livin' in With all its pain an' sorrow; A world where friends are givin' in To cheer us till tomorrow. A world where folks come forward, when They see our feet are slippin' To help us till we come again To where the honey's drippin'. I reckon that we'd never know How kind an' good our friends are If trouble's face should never show Off yonder where the bends are. If sudden-like there never came A rain to drench a feller We'd miss the friend who made us claim A share of his umbreller. If never came to us a woe That seemed we couldn't bear it, We'd never positively know Which friend would rush to share it. We'd miss a heap of sweetness, too, That we could never borrow, A sweetness no one ever knew, Save it was born of sorrow. This thought old care has driven in, An' grief an' trouble taught me, It's a good old world we're livin' in Despite the woes it's brought me. For had I never shed a tear, Nor known what sorrow's rends are, I never would have learned down here How kind an' good my friends are.