If with pleasure you are viewing
Any work someone is doing
If you like them or you love them, tell them now
Don't withhold your approbation
Till the parson makes oration
And they lie with snowy lilies on their brow
No matter how you shout it
They won't really care about it;
They won't know how many teardrops you have shed
If you think some praise is due them
Now's the time to slip it to them
For they cannot read their tombstone when they're dead

[Chorus]
If with pleasurе you are viewing
Any work someonе is doing
If you like them or you love them, tell them now
Don't withhold your approbation
Till the parson makes oration
And they lie with snowy lilies on their brow

More than fame and more than money
Is the comment kind and sunny
And the hearty, warm approval of a friend
For it gives to life a savor
And it makes you stronger, braver
And it gives you heart and spirit to the end
If she earns your praise — bestow it
If you like him him know it
Let the words of true encouragement be said
Do not wait till life is over
And they're underneath the clover
For they cannot read their tombstone when they're dead
[Chorus]
If with pleasure you are viewing
Any work someone is doing
If you like them or you love them, tell them now
Don't withhold your approbation
Till the parson makes oration
And they lie with snowy lilies on their brow

[Chorus]
If with pleasure you are viewing
Any work someone is doing
If you like them or you love them, tell them now
Don't withhold your approbation
Till the parson makes oration
And they lie with snowy lilies on their brow