A Friend I’d Say

I saw a friend, oh a friend, howdeedoo?

And he sang high while I sang low

And nothing in between but love to show

Just maybe, oh maybe, I showed it well

We met again and again we sang

Butchering and flowering each rippling note

While my mind found its way into a hole

Lost but informed of where to go

I met a friend, a friend I'd say

So wonderfully and carefully showed me the way

As I thanked her I spoke of her to my old name

And he played his mandolin of the coming happy day

--

So I found my way back home this stormy night

For the living dream it spoke of what to leave behind

Just maybe, oh maybe, I'll do it kind