it was only yesterday when i heard the teacher say patiently one and two make three we were children you and me let us pray for the ones they call the children of today nothin left but promises nothin much is certain all we see is want and need across the board why thank you lord we re livin in the glory of your care skies of blue have all turned brown to the sound of sighin lord abide let us stem the tide of broken dreams sometimes you seem to tell us it s too late for prayin see the ocean wild and blue think of all that s in her she will not surrender to the likes of us but then she must they tell us wise men tell us it s too late for each child with eyes that smile there ll be ten more cryin lord abide let us stem the tide of helplessness but then i guess we re livin is it too late for tryin nothin here but grains of sand nothin much worth savin guess we ve all got problems of our own to bear and still we share tomorrow could get better than today to the ones who ve loved in vain will ya be beholden  lord abide let us stem the tide of broken dreams sometimes ya seem to tell us it s too late for prayin 