Five Fingers

Long ago my father placed his hand upon my head

As he laid each finger down he smiled at me and said

Some day son when you're a man you will understand

You'll only count your true friends on the fingers of one hand

Five fingers you can count upon

Five fingers and you are one

If your dreams should crumble inside your wounded heart

Reflect upon the speed at which fair weather friends depart

Then warm yourself of fond memories of the chosen few

The best who wanted nothing but the very best for you

Five fingers you can count upon

Five fingers and you are one

My father said the golden patches of your life will bring

And butterflies leaves you for awhile to warm their wings

And fly away when rain clouds start to gather in your sky

And leave behind the faithful who will love you till they die

Five fingers you can count upon

Five fingers and you are one

And you are one