Black boy in Chicago Playin' in the street Not enough to wear Not near enough to eat But don't you know he saw-aw it On a July afternoon Saw a man named Ar-arms...

We were so happy when love lingered on Back in our sweet used to be Now it's all over and you are gone Leaving a sad memory Tears on my pillow each morning I c...

What a friend we ha-ave in Jesus All our sins and griefs to bear-ear What a privilege to carry Everything to God in prayer All the peace (What a friend we have...