1. Gifts

From the recording Gifts

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


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.