I gave my friend a helping hand But I find it hard to understand Why this and more never seems to be enough For as long as I live I'm prepared to give Just as much of myself or of what I have For I know what it's like when the going's really rough But I can see there are decisions I will have to make In a world that seems to live on take and take, and take And what will happen should the river of my soul run dry? Will I be needed then? Will someone sing me a lullaby? My friend gave me a helping hand And I wondered then if I could be a man Strong enough to forgive with a smile Now as I've traveled far-off lands I see it clearer and it makes me glad I guess I'm happy 'cause I'll go on giving for a while And I hope it's for all my life