When in need of a friend, just call, when you stumble and trip or fall,
for there’s none that’s not so brave,that his own life can save, when in need of a friend, just call.
When teardrops start to fall, when your back’s up against the wall, you can’t carry that load, down that long lonesome road, so get on that phone now and call.
I’ve got time for you, just call, here’s a shoulder to cry on,when you feel you can’t go on, now, go ahead, give me a call.
By Henry N. Willey,Jr.