Music

Gifts

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Story

This song came to me on a grey mid December day.

Lyrics

Some thoughts come then they go

Some just fade away

I’ll never know

What makes one special

Take root and grow

Rain on the roof

Really coming down

An empty house

The hollow sound

Words just echo

Bouncing round and round

These vacant rooms

Why is there always

Work to do

No time for me

No time for you

When I find a bit of truth

I better write it down

And take a moment

Just a little time

Write down these words

Clear out my mind

Let this old rain tell me

Every little thing

That I should do

To find the lines that I can

Sing to you

Something old and borrowed

There’s nothing new

Hear the warm tones of this

Simple song that I share with you.

Each and everyday has a story

That can be told

A little something in the air

To catch and hold of Or just let go

We all know some fine day

We won’t be coming round anymore

Maybe I can leave a song for you to sing

When I step through that door?

Take a walk

Down by the stream

Watch the water flow like it’s all just a dream

Let the current carry all your doubts away

Until there is nothing left to do or say

Just let yourself take hold

Of the gifts

That we have today.

 

 

 

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