Mood:  crushed out

Who will walk a mile with me Along life's merry way?
A comrade blithe and full of glee, Who dares to laugh out loud and free,

And let his frolic fancy play, Like a happy child, through the flowers gay
That fill the field and fringe the way Where he walks a mile with me.

And who will walk a mile with me Along life's weary way?
A friend whose heart has eyes to see The stars shine out o'er the darkening lea,
And the quiet rest at the end o' the day, A friend who knows, and dares to say,
The brave, sweet words that cheer the way Where he walks a mile with me.

With such a comrade, such a friend, I fain would walk till journey’s end,
Through summer sunshine, winter rain, And then?-Farewell, we shall meet again!