I've been down East and had a visit, and met a lot of dandy folks. Life isn't such a burden, is it? We have our picnics, have our jokes, We have our little get-to-gethers, and now and then a friend you strike Without no special fuss or feathers, just sort of accidental like, Some pious man, some woman sainted -- but here's the thing I take to heart: You just begin to get acquainted about the time you have to part. And, home again, we have our neighbors, whatever road we ever took, Companions of our daily labors I guess we kind of overlook. Yes, folks are all around to aid us, are near to you, are near to me, Who mighty happy might have made us, if we was only neighborly. Life ain't as bad as often painted -- but, folks, you ought to make a start, Or else you just will get acquainted about the time you have to part. |