Bob Franke - Thanksgiving eve

^DIt's so easy to ^Dsus7dream of the ^Gdays gone ^Emby It’s a ^Dhard thing to ^Gthink of the ^Atimes to ^Dcome ^DBut the grace to ^Dsus7accept every ^Gmoment as a ^Emgift Is a ^Dgift that is ^Ggi^Aven to ^Dsome

^DWhat can you ^Ado with your days, but ^Cwork and ^Ahope Let your ^Bmdreams bind your ^Gwork to your ^Aplay ^DWhat can you ^Dsus7do with each ^Gmoment of your ^Emlife ^DBut love 'till you've ^Gloved it a^Away.^D Love 'till you've ^Gloved ^Ait a^Dway

^DThere are sorrows e^Dsus7nough for the ^Gwhole world's ^Emend There are ^Dno guaran^Gtees ^Abut the ^Dgrave ^DBut the lives that we ^Dsus7live and the ^Gtimes that we ^Emspend Are a ^Dtreasure to ^Gpre^Acious to ^Dsave

^DWhat can you ^Ado with your days, but ^Cwork and ^Ahope Let your ^Bmdreams bind your ^Gwork to your ^Aplay ^DWhat can you ^Dsus7do with each ^Gmoment of your ^Emlife But ^Dlove 'till you've ^Gloved it a^Away.^D Love 'till you've ^Gloved ^Ait a^Dway

^DAs it was so it ^Dsus7is, as it ^Gis shall it ^Embe And it ^Dshall be while ^Glips that ^Akiss have ^Dbreath ^DMany waters in^Dsus7deed only ^Gnurture Love's ^Emseed And its ^Dflower over^Gshadows the ^Apower of ^Ddeath

^DWhat can you ^Ado with your days, but ^Cwork and ^Ahope Let your ^Bmdreams bind your ^Gwork to your ^Aplay ^DWhat can you ^Dsus7do with each ^Gmoment of your ^Emlife But ^Dlove 'till you've ^Gloved it a^Away.^D Love 'till you've ^Gloved ^Ait a^Dway

^DWhat can you ^Ado with your days, but ^Cwork and ^Ahope Let your ^Bmdreams bind your ^Gwork to your ^Aplay ^DWhat can you ^Dsus7do with each ^Gmoment of your ^Emlife But ^Dlove 'till you've ^Gloved it a^Away.^D Love 'till you've ^Gloved ^Ait a^Dway