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