At the end of the day
Ain't nobody else
And the walk in the shoes
Quite the way you do

So be at peace with yourself
And keep a spring in the hill
And keep climbing that hill
And be at peace with yourself

In the gold winter chill
When the wind blows like hell
There's a way where there's a will
Don't cry over milk that spilt

At the end of the day
Ain't nobody else
And the walk in your shoes
Quite the way that you do

So be at peace with yourself
And keep a spring in the hill
And keep climbing that hill
And be at peace with yourself

At the end of the day
Ain't nobody else
And the walk in your shoes
Quite the way that you do

So be at peace with yourself
Keep a spring in your hill
Keep climbing that hill
And be at peace with yourself

Copyright: SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.
Writer(s): Bill Fay