When I sit in the shade,
and look up at a sky of blue...
I thank God for giving me
a sister like you.
When I walk down the street in a crowd,
so heartless and cruel...
I thank God for giving me
a sister like you.
When I'm tired and sore
and I just want to sleep,
when I'm sickened with sadness
and my heart's in a heap.
When I just want to move away
and say it's all through...
I really thank God
for a sister like you.
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