I Have To Live With

Somebody Said That It Couldn't Be Done But He With A Chuckle Replied That "maybe It Couldn't," But He Would Be One Who Wouldn't Say So Till He Tried. So He Buckled Right In With The Trace Of A Grin On His Face. If He Worried He Hid It. He Started To Sing As He Tackled The Thing That Couldn't Be Done, And He Did It.

I'd Like To Be The Sort Of Friend That You Have Been To Me. I'd Like To Be The Help That You've Been Always Glad To Be; I'd Like To Mean As Much To You Each Minute Of The Day, As You Have Meant, Old Friend Of Mine, To Me Along The Way.

Columbus Dreamed Of An Unknown Shore At The Rim Of A Far Flung Sky.

But Here In The Struggle For Fame And Pelf I Want To Be Able To Like Myself. I Don't Want To Look At Myself And Know That I'm Bluster And Buff And Empty Show.

Who Does His Task From Day To Day And Meets Whatever Comes His Way, Believing God Has Willed It So, Has Found Real Greatness Here Below. Who Guards His Post, No Matter Where, Believing God Must Need Him There, Although But Lowly Toil It Be, Has Risen To Nobility. For Great And Low There's Just One Test, 'tis That Each Man Shall Do His Best, Who Works With All The Strength He Can, Shall Never Die In Debt To Man.