by Lucy M. Young
What do you do when love has gone,
And your life seems barren and cold;
When the plans you made and the dreams you shared
Your heart may no longer hold;
When hope and joy have been cast aside,
And despair is your constant companion;
When it seems there is nothing worth living for,
And you long for a quiet communion
With someone who really can sympathize,
Who can quietly understand;
And fill up the void where love once dwelt
with the warmth of a friendly hand?
Well, you hold up your head and you put on a smile
And you walk with your shoulders thrown back;
Just whistle a tune, and before very long
You'll be feeling the warmth you now lack.
You'll find it, you know, if you really try,
God never meant us to be sad.
With a smile on your face and a song in your heart
That is real, soon your heart will be glad.
Woodsmoke and Cardamom 