Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Thanksgiving Day Lyrics
THANKSGIVING DAY Words and music by Pamela Weeks This Weeks Publishing ©
IT IS A COLD BRISK DAY IN November
THE LEAVES HAVE BID FARWELL
I’M REMINED OF THE TIME WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL
THANKSGIVING DAY WAS SPENT
WITH GRANDMA AND GRANDPA
OH, IF I COULD GO BACK ONE MORE TIME
CHORUS
WE WOULD GATHER AT THE OLD WOOD TABLE
NOTHING FANCY AT ALL
A PICTURE OF THE LAST SUPPER
HUNG ON THE WALL
GRANDPA WOULD CARVE THE TURKEY
GRANDMA SAID GRACE
EVERYONE BOWED THEIR HEAD WITH A SMILE ON THEIR FACE
THE DAY SEEMED TO LAST FOREVER BUT HOW QUICKLY TIME WENT BY
I CAN STILL HEAR THE LAUGHTER
AS GRANDMA SERVED THE PUMPKIN PIE
GRANDPA WOULD PLAY HIS OLD GUITAR
GRANDMA WOULD SING ALONG
THOUGH HER VOICE IS WEAK
HER SONG IS SO SWEET
CHORUS
BRIDGE
OUR KIDS HAVE ALL GROWN UP NOW AND WE HAVE CHILDREN OF OUR OWN BUT ON THIS SPECIAL DAY THEY ALL COME HOME
IT IS A COLD BRISK DAY IN November
THE LEAVES HAVE BID FARWELL
I’M REMINED OF THE TIME WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL
THANKSGIVING DAY WAS SPENT
WITH GRANDMA AND GRANDPA
OH, IF I COULD GO BACK ONE MORE TIME
CHORUS
WE WOULD GATHER AT THE OLD WOOD TABLE
NOTHING FANCY AT ALL
A PICTURE OF THE LAST SUPPER
HUNG ON THE WALL
GRANDPA WOULD CARVE THE TURKEY
GRANDMA SAID GRACE
EVERYONE BOWED THEIR HEAD WITH A SMILE ON THEIR FACE
THE DAY SEEMED TO LAST FOREVER BUT HOW QUICKLY TIME WENT BY
I CAN STILL HEAR THE LAUGHTER
AS GRANDMA SERVED THE PUMPKIN PIE
GRANDPA WOULD PLAY HIS OLD GUITAR
GRANDMA WOULD SING ALONG
THOUGH HER VOICE IS WEAK
HER SONG IS SO SWEET
CHORUS
BRIDGE
OUR KIDS HAVE ALL GROWN UP NOW AND WE HAVE CHILDREN OF OUR OWN BUT ON THIS SPECIAL DAY THEY ALL COME HOME
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