Song For a Small Circle of Friends

Well my life is filled with songs
 But I just could not get along without my friends
 And I'm happy now, but when this good life ends
 I know a better life begins.
 And love to you sir Stonehill,
 Armed with your axe full gallop on your amp.
 Ah, you're so crazy but you know it,
 And I love you as we both crawl toward the Lamp.
 With Clapton on guitar, and Charlie on the drums.
 McCartney on the Hoffner bass with blisters on his thumbs.
 Dear Bobby watch your fears all hide
 And disappear while love inside starts growing,
 You're older but less colder
 Than the jokes and folks you spent your childhood snowing.
 And Someone died for all your friends
 But even better yet, He lives again.
 And if this song does not make sense to you,
 I hope His Spirit slips on through,
 He loves you
 He loves you
 He loves you
 And if these words do not appeal to
 I hope His Spirit slips on through,
 He loves you
 He loves you
 He loves you
 And if this song does not make sense to you,
 I hope His Spirit slips on through,
 You know, He loves you