The Making Of Friends

If nobody smiled nor nobody cheered,
and nobody helped us along;
If every man looked after himself
and good things all went to the strong;
If nobody cared just a little for you,
and nobody thought about me;
And we all stood alone in the battle of life,
what a dreary old world it would be.

Life is sweet just because of the friends we have made,
and the things, which in common we shared,
We want to live on, not because of ourselves,
But because of the people who care,
It's giving and doing for someone else;
on that all life's splendor depends;
And the joy of the world, when you have summed it all up;
Is Found In The Making Of Friends.