My Stretch Of The Road
It seems so strange to say goodbye at last,
As parting time appears to be now past;
It's been a slice to walk these days with you,
And see your future's bright and shining view.We part, I must go back and start again
With other folks who in the ditch remain;
This is the stretch of road which I now work –
Folks from predicaments we jerk.Not me, but God's the 'tow-truck man '–
I set the chains, and help out where I can;
Then stand back watching one whose power exceeds
All that I have – to meet each person's needs.Pass on to others what you value most;
When comes success with each, then raise a toast –
To all the folks who've helped us on our way,
From start of time, to this, our happy day.navigation