Thanksgiving Eve (Bob Franke) It's so easy to dream of the days gone by It's a hard thing to think of the times to come But the grace to accept every moment as a gift Is a gift that is given to some What can you do with your days But work and hope Let your dreams bind your work to your play What can you do with each moment of your life But love 'till you've loved it away Love 'till you've loved it away. There are sorrows enough for the whole world's end There are no guarantees but the grave But the life that I live and the times that I spend Are a treasure too precious to save. As it was, so it is, as it is shall it be, And it shall be while lips that kiss have breath; Many waters indeed only nurture Love's seed And its flower overshadows the power of death. Copyright (C) 1982 Robert J. Franke Published by Telephone Pole Music Publishing Co. (BMI) used by permission Recorded by Sally Rogers on In the Circle of the Sun, Thrushwood records 002. Full version recorded by Bob Franke on In This Night, FF70563 Flying Fish Records DC
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