I have never lost a penny That I can recollect Though many have passed through my hands Being given only casual respect.
But I have found lots of pennies, Maybe hundreds along the way, And each has brought a strike of good luck To that moment of the day.
How is it that I should be so blessed With all that I have found, That love and faith and hope Be just strewed upon the ground?
Were others so mindful of my needs That they thought they should be sharing, By leaving bits of copper about To show that they were caring?
Or is it the little things we give away, The things we never miss, That makes the difference between a life so sad And a life that’s filled with bliss?
I know I will never get rich On the pennies that come to me. For all that they could buy They’re just drops upon the sea.
But as long as you’re there to give me Your smile, your wisdom, your hand The drops that fall will be tears of joy As soft rain upon dry land.