I had a friend for many years,
We met before the day
Where Father Time had touched his face
And streaked his hair with gray.
We met when I was very young.
He held me in his arm
And softly whispered in my ear
"You'll never come to harm."
"You have my heart my little friend,
I'll never leave your side
No matter what will come along
Our souls forever tied."
So I went home, to my surprise
My sister came with me
And while she liked the strange old man,
She clearly did not see.
He was much more than one to wake
For breakfast at the dawn,
Or one to let us go outside
And play upon the lawn.
He loved me even in the days
I couldn't come and play.
He'd hold my head and stroke my chin
Bend close and softly say,
"What's wrong my boy, come on and play,
Come join me in the sun."
And though I'd try to play with him
My playing days were done.
I'll not forget when last I saw
My big and gentle friend.
He held my head and stroked my side
I knew this was the end.
Although I tried to lick his hand,
My eyes began to close,
And as I was about to leave
A tear caressed my nose.
So now I wait outside a gate,
The sun is warm and bright.
The fields are green and water sweet
With stars so bright at night.
And though I've yet to step inside
These gates of pearly white,
The sound of music ventures forth
And warms my heart at night.
For now, I'll wait. It won't be long,
My path will soon be free.
My friend will walk me through the gate
You see . . . he'd wait for me.