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