Human Touch

*It's the human touch in this world that counts
The touch of your hand in mine
Means far more to the fainting heart
Than shelter, bread or wine
Shelter is gone when the night is over
And bread lasts only a day
But the touch of your hand and the sound your voice
Live on in my soul always*

May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always
At your back
May the sun shine warm upon you face
And the rain fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again, my friend,
May God hold you in the
Palm of His hand
May the memories we have shared
Linger on and on

*Chorus*