There's a Will There's a Way
Music from Laura Ingalls Wilder's Little House Books
Lyrics by Harry Clifton
This life is a difficult riddle
For how many people we wee
With faces as long as a fiddle
That ought to be shining with glee
I am sure in this world there are plenty
Of good things enought for us all
And yet there's not one out of the twenty
But thinks that his share is too small
Then what is the use of repining
For where there's a will there's a way
And tomorrow the sun may be shining
Although it is cloudy today
Do you ever hear tell of the spider
That tried up the wall hard to climb?
If not, just take that as a guider
You'll find it will serve you in time
Nine times it tried hard to be mounting
And every time it stuck fast
But it tried hard again without counting
And of course it succeeded at last
Do you think that by sitting and sighing
You'll ever obtain all you want?
It's cowards alone that are crying
And foolishly saying "I can't"
It's only by plodding and striving
And laboring up the steep hill
Of life that you'll ever be thriving
Which you'll do if you've only the will.
From The Long Winter