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