There are too many dark nights,
Too many troublesome days,
Too many wearisome miles,
There has to be a song—
To make our burdens bearable,
To transform our successes into praise,
To release the chains of past defeats,
Somewhere—down deep in a forgotten corner of each man’s heart—
There has to be a song—
Like a cool, clear drink of water,
Like the gentle warmth of sunshine,
Like the tender love of a child.
There has to be a song.
Written by Bob Benson
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