People know not my pen speaks
At the corner side of the earth
I asked the globe a friend
That will accept me with my faults
And a family to love me
Even when I go astray,
Since I knew where I belong.

I picked up my first friend
He was not accommodating
My second friend charged me what I didn’t have
But I met a bosom friend
Who cared for my pain with his family
And took me to a still water.
You’re a tender home to visit in the spring.