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 Hofner 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