| C | |
| Each day I'll | do a golden deed |
| G | C | |
| By helping | those who are in | need |
| My life on earth is but a span |
| G | C | |
| And so I'll | do the best I | can. |
| Chorus: |
| C | F | C | |
| Life's evening | sun | is sinking | low |
| G | C | G | |
| A few more | days and I must | go |
| C | F | C | |
| To meet the | deed | s that I have | done |
| G | C | |
| Where there will | be no setting | sun. |
| Verse2.. (same chords as verse 1) |
| To be a child of God each day |
| My light must shine along the way |
| I'll sing His praise while the ages roll |
| And strive to help some troubled soul. |
| Chorus |
| The only life that will endure |
| Is one that's kind and good and pure |
| And for God, I'll take my stand |
| Each day I'll lend a helping hand. |
| Chorus |
| While going down life's weary road |
| I'll try to lift some traveller's load |
| I'll try to turn the night to day |
| Make flowers bloom along the way. |