When you feel blue,
Give me your hand.
You need a friend,
Don’t you?

I’ll take you where the mountains rise,
Where silver snowdrifts gleam,
Where cold air clears the weeping eyes
And wakes the heart from dream.

When you feel blue,
Give me your hand.
I’ll lead you through a meadow
In some forgotten land,

Where larks pour music through the sky,
Where summer flowers bloom,
Where every petal whispers why
There still is sunlight in the gloom.

When you feel blue,
Call out to me.
I’ll tell you how our dreams are born,
How they fall silently;

How days go by in foolish chains,
Each chasing what has fled,
How joy returns through tears and rains,
And hope is never dead.

When you feel blue,
Let me draw near.
Let me look into your eyes
And find your spirit clear.

Then you may look inside of mine,
Past sorrow, pride, and fear;
And in that wordless, fragile shine,
Feel that I am near.

When you feel blue,
Choose not to hide.
The world is wide, the sky is wide,
And I am by your side.

We’ll shed the dust of yesterday,
Rise where the wild wind calls,
Two birds reborn in morning’s ray,
Above the clouds and walls.

When you feel blue,
Give me your hand.
The pages of our lives are still
Not finished, sealed, or planned.

Though sometimes they seem dark with ink,
So much black that it hurts…
The truest things are those we think,
But can’t put into words.

They live where silence understands,
Where lips in kisses lost,
Where rain writes softly on our hands,
Where bees fall in the frost;

Where children cry, where dawn breaks through,
Where laughing sunbeams start—
We do not need the words we knew
When heart can answer heart.

When you feel blue,
Give me your hand.
You need a friend, don’t you?
I’m here. I understand.