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You get pdfs of the piano/vocal score and the vocal-only score, mp3 of the recording, rehearsal mp3s of each vocal part, and piano-only mp3. In the Amidons' "Fifty-five Anthems for the Small Church Choir" performed here by the Starry Mountain Singers. Bob is a gifted and prolific Massachusetts based songwriter.
LYRICS
Thanksgiving Eve
by 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 ev'ry moment as a gift
Is a gift that is given to some.
Chorus:
What can you do with your days but work & hope,
Let your dreams bind your work to your play.
What can you do with each moment of your life
But love til you've loved it away,
Love til 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 we live and the time that we 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.
©1982 Telephone Pole Music Publishing Co. (BMI)
Thanksgiving Eve
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You get pdfs of the piano/vocal score and the vocal-only score, mp3 of the recording, rehearsal mp3s of each vocal part, and piano-only mp3. In the Amidons' "Fifty-five Anthems for the Small Church Choir" performed here by the Starry Mountain Singers. Bob is a gifted and prolific Massachusetts based songwriter.
LYRICS
Thanksgiving Eve
by 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 ev'ry moment as a gift
Is a gift that is given to some.
Chorus:
What can you do with your days but work & hope,
Let your dreams bind your work to your play.
What can you do with each moment of your life
But love til you've loved it away,
Love til 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 we live and the time that we 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.
©1982 Telephone Pole Music Publishing Co. (BMI)